"Andrew, watch out!" Tiana cried in alarm.

Andrew remained perfectly still, staring intently at the Deathbug on his shoulder.

The creature was not particularly large—only about half the size of his palm. However, Andrew knew that one bite from this thing could knock him unconscious instantly, even with his resistance to toxins.

"Andy, don't move. I'll swat it for you," Logan whispered.

Andrew quickly warned, "Don't! This bug's blood is hotter than molten lava and extremely poisonous. Just one drop could make my skin rot away."

Logan immediately froze, not daring to move another muscle.

"Mr. Lloyd, how can we help you?" Chantelle asked with tears in her voice.

Instead of answering, Andrew slowly brought his torch closer to the Deathbug on his shoulder. As the firelight and heat approached, the creature let out a shrill shriek and flew up frantically, beating its wings.

Seizing the opportunity, Andrew kicked it mid-air, sending it flying. The bug smashed against the