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Tyrone fought back with his Needle Gun. However, it was ineffective against so many of them.
Alisa and the others were gradually being pushed towards the edge of the cliff. The ground below was littered with what resembled a burial mound.
When they edged closer, the Motavian natives suddenly disappeared.
“Damn it, we’ve been tricked! Hurry, we’ve got to get out of here!” yelled Tyrone.
But it was too late. The burial ground below suddenly hollowed, and from the bottom of the cliff an enormous army of Antlions appeared.