Asura Peak was even more terrifying than Qin Fengming had expected.
As Asura Peak surged deeper into the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist, black liquid gathered around it in layer upon layer. Even the formidable Ghost Devouring Yin Mist immediately found its circulation becoming difficult.
Qin Fengming could sense the immense aura radiating from the black liquid. Just sensing it made his heart pound with fear.
The poison contained in that liquid was actually not much weaker than the pink mist he had encountered before.
If not for the massive infusion of magic power, poured in recklessly without regard for the cost, the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist would surely have already been dissolved by Asura Peak.
Facing Asura Peak's frenzied attack, Qin Fengming did not dare lower his guard. The Spirit Devouring Netherflame was undoubtedly a powerful means of dealing with such demonic insects, but after devouring that red bird, the Spirit Devouring Netherflame had not yet completely fused with it.
Without absolute confidence, Qin Fengming naturally would not bring it out lightly.
With a turn of his thoughts, he brushed a hand across the Spirit Beast Bracelet. At once, a white cloud of insects flew out and pounced toward the black liquid drifting through the Yin Mist.
Silver Sheath Worms could devour toxins. Although the aura on Asura Peak was clearly stronger than that of the Silver Sheath Worms, faced with the Silver Sheath Worms' current might, the two sides could naturally fight on equal terms.
But what happened afterward greatly shocked Qin Fengming.
As the two sides collided, the poisonous liquid released by Asura Peak struck the white radiance surrounding the Silver Sheath Worms, and a sharp crackling sound immediately rang out.
Under the attacks of the tiny bristles that slipped through every opening, the first thousand Silver Sheath