Within the refuge, Su Mo and the others quietly hid.
Time passed excruciatingly slowly, making the ordeal feel interminable, while outside, the sounds of battle did not diminish but grew more intense instead.
Su Mo's brow furrowed tighter and tighter, nearly twisting into a knot—it truly was a case of whatever he feared would come to pass.
"What's wrong?"
Rose noticed that Su Mo's expression seemed somewhat off and asked.
"I have a bad feeling about this, tell Mina and the others to get ready. We'll evacuate if things go south."
Su Mo spoke in a low voice. In his mind, he could clearly see a large red dot moving rapidly in their direction. The Type III Black Thorn Insect had indeed been drawn here by the fleeing crowds.
After hearing this, Rose nodded without wasting any words.
Outside the refuge, the Type III Black Thorn Insect chased after the fleeing masses, slaughtering them along the way.
