These bats might look terrifying, but they're not actually that strong. With Brandon's skills, taking them out was no problem.
The aircraft dropped fast, slicing through the air as a rain of bat corpses fell around it.
But what caught everyone off guard was how relentless the bats were. They didn't retreat, didn't hesitate. They just kept coming until every last one of them was dead. Only then did the chaos finally start to die down.
With a mechanical hiss, the aircraft's hatch slid open on both sides.
The air outside was thick with the stench of blood. The ground was littered with shredded bat remains—some still twitching, not quite dead yet.
Ethan gave the scene a quick scan. Thanks to his zombie-enhanced senses, he could tell right away—these things weren't "fresh meat." They weren't even truly alive.
Chris frowned, confused. "What the hell's up with these things? They didn't even try to run. Even animals know when to bail."
