Then the insects, hiding beneath their downy hairs, come carrying spores.
The spores take root and sprout on the downy hairs, growing into thorny bushes that attract more accompanying insect swarms.
They pursue, capture, and sever space. They attach themselves to the inner wall of the barrier, forming a seamless hemisphere.
"When Taotie returned, he became withdrawn, saying that a swordsman had insulted his name and denied his deeds. And he was accompanied by a spatial ability user, so he must be referring to those two, right?"
The target scoffed, "I had some reservations, but now it seems they were unfounded; I can't escape the power of the Guixu at all."
"You mentioned Guixu, right?" Fan Daoyi calmly unbuttoned his fur coat, leaving only a thin shirt on his back.
The fur coat that concealed the swarm of insects vanished from sight, replaced by a simple overcoat.
The smooth fabric offers no hiding places for insects; once they get close, they will be strangled by the space.
Fan Daoyi used spatial isolation to create a safe area around He Piaojian, and pulled a long sword from his bamboo staff, tossing it to him. "He can breathe now, deal with him."
He Piaojian took a deep breath and took off his camel-colored overcoat.
"It's such a pity about my new clothes; they're already covered in bugs and spores after only a few days of wear." He cast a regretful glance at his coat on the ground, ignoring his target's provocative words.
The swarm of insects gnawed at the space, attempting to tear it apart. He Piaojian swung his sword, unleashing countless sword energies that struck the insect swarm.
Large swarms of insects fell to the ground, instantly rotting and turning into mud, providing nutrients for the thorns to grow vigorously.
They complement each other; the death of one is the beginning of new life, and the growth of the other is the end of death.
The thorns split open to sprout new shoots, and swarms of insects reappear, bringing new spores that fuel the growth of the thorns. With death, growth, rebirth, and new shoots, their numbers only increase, making them impossible to eradicate.
The target never used his own abilities; he placed one hand on his chest and sincerely praised Guixu's strength.
But soon, his smile vanished.
The swarm of insects that had been chasing, capturing, and devouring space was now isolated by individual small spaces. They collided with the barriers of space, but a single insect could not budge them in the slightest.
They commit suicide within the space, and their bodies, unable to fall to the ground, remain trapped within it.
One by one, they kept trying.
Then, as all the insect swarms were trapped individually, Fan Daoyi clenched his right fist.
I deny the existence of this swarm.
He thought to himself.
Space was squeezed inwards, and the swarm of insects was crushed into a pulpy mess.
As Fan Daoyi loosened his clenched fist, the corpses of the swarm fell sparsely from the sky. He grabbed He Piaojian, replaced his bamboo staff with a red umbrella, and the two stood beneath it, separating the muddy corpses.
As for the thorns, they ignored the falling swarms of insects. Their nourishment had always come from the insects, but now that the insects' existence had been denied, and they had lost their companions, they quickly showed signs of decay and decay.
The target stared blankly at this scene, his eyes filled with disbelief. How could a normal person have such spatial control, able to separate countless swarms of insects completely?
This is simply... like a miracle...
He Piaojian secretly glanced at the overcoat on the ground.
His new clothes, which could have been washed and worn, are now covered in a layer of dead insects, making them a truly pitiful sight.
Once all the corpses had fallen to the ground, Fan Daoyi flipped his hand, the tip of his umbrella resting on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it was replaced with a bamboo cane.
"Don't let the target get away," Fan Daoyi reminder.
He Piaojian, twirling his longsword in his hand. The ground swirled and churned in response to his movements, carrying with it the scattered corpses.
First move: Before you can react, I'll smear it all over your face.
With a forward swing of his arm, the corpses were swirled and absorbed into the sword energy, then slammed into their target with a series of thuds.
With his vision obstructed, he covered his eyes with one hand, attempting to wipe them away. At that moment, He Piaojian unleashed his second self-created move.
Second move: You can't see me, huh? I'll attack your lower body.
His longsword struck insidiously from below, the pain of which would severely injure the target.
"Damn it, you bitch!" the target roared.
He also activated his own abilities.
It brings rain and extreme ice.
The fine rain falls from the sky, freezing into icicles mid-air. The speed and height of its descent make it a sharp and deadly weapon.
He Piaojian and hand to block, but found his body stiff, as if his blood had frozen inside him. His stiff movements were not enough to stop the ice spikes, and his head was pierced through from top to bottom.
The target tore off his own face, revealing a handsome yet somewhat effeminate and ruthless one.
Taowu, the Governance Realm. This is his domain of control, the Rainy Ice Domain.
"Damn it, you eunuch, what are you pretending for, you Governance Realm..." He Piaojian's jaw was also pierced by an ice spike, and he managed to utter a single sentence.
The word "eunuch" was thrust into Taowu's heart again, his expression sinister, and water droplets formed several ice spikes as he swung them out.
The next second, He Piaojian's frozen blood began to flow again. He put on a sly smile, casually pulled out the ice spike from his head with one hand, and the wound began to regenerate. With the other hand, he swung his sword and slashed away the ice spike that was being swung at him again.
The ice cone melted into water upon contact with the sword, its flow changing direction. Positioned in He Piaojian's blind spot, it launched a sneak attack on him.
Just as the sneak attack was about to succeed, the ice spike vanished into thin air, only to reappear behind the Taowu's head.
Taowu could keenly sense his own abilities; he dodged to the side, and the ice spike disappeared from his sight once more.
Left with no other choice, he removed the ice spike and looked at Fan Daoyi in a slightly resentful manner.
There were only three people in this area, and none of them were frozen by the extreme cold.
Taowu's face turned ashen; he finally understood why Taotie had ended up fleeing in such a sorry state.
These two people can no longer be described as normal. They're perverts, absolutely perverts!
"Little Taowu, don't you know those mysterious escape techniques, like Shrinking the Earth to an Inch? Why don't you use them? If you don't, I'll fight to the death to make you die today!"
Taowu was taken aback upon hearing this, recalling the scene of Taotie crying and making a scene when it returned to the Four Fiends Cult.
"Tell me, tell me, who exactly impersonated me and caused trouble? What Taotie's ability to Shrinking the Earth to an Inch and its bizarre ability to regenerate at will—was that me? Am I Taotie? Am I really Taotie?!"
Hearing those four words again, Taowu's brows furrowed even deeper.
Someone is impersonating them... and it's all the same person.
In response, Taowu explained to He Piaojian, "That's not from our Four Fiends Cult."
"Bullshit! With your reputation, who else but your own people would call themselves the Four Fiends Cult?" He Piaojian immediately retorted.
"What's wrong with our reputation? We're just known as Guixu. Is there anything wrong with being a lackey? This is the trend of the times!"
"You yourself said he's a lackey of Guixu, so if he has dealings with Guixu, isn't he one of your people? Besides you, who else would be crazy enough to believe in Guixu?"
Fan Daoyi, standing to the side, was dumbfounded.
No, they're fighting right now, how did this turn into an argument?
Are there any normal people left on either the protagonists' or antagonists' sides?