Bat after bat swooped onto Suming, their huge wings even completely enveloping him, squirming like a large silkworm cocoon.
With a crack, a bat viciously bit into Suming's neck, its teeth sharp as a fruit knife clenched with full force, capable of breaking through a wolf's skull.
Unfortunately, it had met its match; Suming's neck was nearly as tough as iron. As the bat bit down, its teeth emitted a grating, painfully screeching noise, failing to leave even a mark on Suming's neck.
The defiant bat opened its mouth to bite again, but suddenly its head was tightly seized as Suming grabbed its tiny skull and twisted it a full 180 degrees.
The other bats ferociously bit all over Suming's body, to which he let out a sinister laugh, his hands covering his groin, and suddenly jumped straight up.
This jump was not upwards, but backwards.
Carrying the bats that clung to him, he collided with the castle's wall behind.
