Unexpectedly, the evolutionary moths all stopped in their tracks as soon as Han Qiwu charged toward them.
Oh, wait—stopped their legs—then simultaneously turned their heads to look at Han Qiwu.
"What are you staring at!" Han Qiwu swung his ice pop directly at the nearest moth's head.
But suddenly!
The feeding appendages of all the moths elongated, resembling an oversized mosquito's proboscis, their lengths almost equal to their own bodies.
The dozen or so appendages shot toward Han Qiwu like spears.
"Cosplaying Pinocchio now, are we?" Han Qiwu waved his ice pop expertly, deflecting the appendages into the mud beside him. One by one, he slammed their heads into the mud, like playing Whac-a-Mole.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
All the moths ended up with their heads down, their proboscises stuck firmly in the mud, unable to free themselves.
Han Qiwu left them there for the moment, continuing to use this approach to knock all other moths into the mud.
That'll teach you for poking around.
