As soon as the aircraft vanished, a few nearby workers immediately noticed something was off.
"Huh? Where'd the aircraft go?"
"Am I seeing things?"
One of them rubbed his eyes in disbelief. But when he looked again, he saw a tall figure approaching.
The man's face was cold and expressionless, his gaze indifferent.
There was something about him—an aura that sent chills down their spines, a primal fear buried deep in their souls, like prey facing its natural predator.
"Run! Now!"
Someone shouted, and panic erupted. The workers didn't even bother with the cargo—they dropped the alloy crates and bolted.
The sudden impact shook the metal cages, causing the creatures inside to screech.
Ethan's eyes swept over them and immediately recognized what they were—human-faced spiders.
