The young disciple took a deep breath, swept his gaze over the surroundings, and once again directed everyone to search for that loathsome bug. Seconds ticked by, and everyone grew increasingly anxious, yet none of them gave up. At last, someone found traces of the bug in a dry well outside the village.
The young disciple immediately rushed to the well. Looking closely, he saw that the bug had grown to the size of a thumb and radiated dense evil power. Its body writhed as though mocking everyone's incompetence.
Seeing this, no one dared let down their guard. They quickly formed a circle around the dry well. The young disciple pressed his palms together and chanted under his breath, once more gathering the spiritual power of the Immortal and Mortal Realms. As his incantation rang out, a dazzling beam shot from his hands straight at the bug.
The bug sensed the threat and let out a shrill hiss. Then it opened its gaping maw and spat out a cloud of black smoke. The smoke rapidly spread, engulfing everyone. All they could see was darkness, and breathing became difficult, as though darkness had swallowed the entire world.
The young disciple remained calm in the face of danger. With a loud shout, the light in his hands intensified. It pierced through the smoke and struck the bug directly. The bug was blasted away by the powerful force and crashed heavily to the ground.
Yet the bug did not stop there. It struggled to its feet, evil power surging even more violently from its body. It glared furiously at the young disciple, seemingly provoking him.
The young disciple did not retreat. He continued his assault, beams of light raining down upon the bug. Though it was struck again and again, its vitality was