"Damn it!"
After cursing furiously, Zhang Xiong untied the Strange Insect Pouch from his waist, opened its mouth, and poured out several hundred Four-Winged Blood Mosquitoes the size of fists.
Buzz buzz buzz! After circling once in midair, the Four-Winged Blood Mosquitoes swiftly merged into a cloud of blood and lunged at Zhao Sheng and Zhao Chongwei.
At the same time, Old Third Chu Hu's head, face, limbs, and body rapidly grew covered in green fur. Then he sprang straight out of the stone pavilion, leaping thirty feet away. His body stiffened like a corpse as he hopped toward Zhao Sheng.
Zhao Sheng pulled Zhao Chongwei behind him and paid no heed to the swarm of Four-Winged Blood Mosquitoes.
He swiftly took out a Fireball Talisman, poured Spiritual Power into it, and hurled it forcefully into the sky.
The next moment, high in the air, an orange-red fireball the size of a human head abruptly exploded. Against the dim yellow sky, it was exceptionally conspicuous.
At the same time, the Four-Winged Blood Mosquitoes reached Zhao Sheng and Zhao Chongwei. Just as they were about to bite down viciously, they all slammed into a thick, solid wall of crimson light.
As a defensive Spirit Artifact, the Red Scale Armor was not only incomparably tough in material, but also came with a second-tier defensive spell, "Crimson Light."
Whenever its master encountered danger, "Crimson Light" would automatically activate, defending against all tangible and intangible attacks.
Seeing this, Old Third Chu Hu the Green-Furred Ghost's expression changed drastically. He immediately shifted direction and threw his entire body against the golden barrier of the Trapping Dragon Talisman.
Decades of life as a Rogue Cultivator had forged Chu Hu's exceptionally sharp sense of danger.
The instant he saw the crimson light, he instinctively sensed a certain