After just one exchange, the Bug Nest Clone suffered heavy damage, with two holes blasted through its body. Yet it did not fall then and there; instead, it launched a fierce counterattack.
Black smoke and dust surged from its wounds. In truth, the smoke was made up of countless tiny bugs, each no larger than a speck of dust.
The large had their strengths, and the small had their tricks.
These tiny bugs possessed formidable invasive abilities. Once they latched onto someone, they burrowed into the body, devoured the host's flesh and blood, and multiplied into vast numbers of their kind.
Besides the tiny bugs, revolting black tentacles extended from the Bug Nest Clone's body, coiling around Fan Lang's wrists. They contained various special effects of the Bug Clan Dao.
Fan Lang remained fearless in the face of danger and opened his mouth, spewing blazing dragonfire.
He had learned to breathe fire long ago, but things were different now. The dragonfire he expelled was far more powerful than before, fundamentally transformed.
The dragonfire even possessed a trace of spirituality, darting about as nimbly as a living creature. It burned the tentacles and tiny bugs to ashes, leaving nothing behind.
Fan Lang instantly broke through the enemy's vicious counterattack, and his next move followed close behind. The Origin Evil Dragon Sword slashed again and again as he casually unleashed all manner of powerful sword techniques.
Previously, he had beaten down the entire Bug Nest Mothership. Now, it was the Bug Nest Clone's turn.
The battle did not last long. The Bug Nest Clone was repeatedly injured and stood no chance at all. Seeing that things were going badly, it decided to retreat, abruptly contracting its body and merging into the flesh below.
"You're not getting away."
Fan Lang's voice brimmed with