The middle-aged man's gaze flickered, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes as he looked at the densely packed white beetles on the ground. His brows also furrowed slightly, and a trace of shock seemed to flash across his face.
He naturally recognized these beetles as Silver Sheath Worms, which had been exceedingly rare in the Spirit Realm even in ancient times. There were quite a few of them, but they were only half-mature. Moreover, they had been poisoned to death by the poisonous aura he had released. Although they had not perished immediately, they could no longer pose the slightest threat to him.
His frown was merely because he was astonished that the young man before him not only possessed a Soul Devouring Beast, but also had so many beetles ranked near the top of the Spirit Insect Ranking.
In his view, Silver Sheath Worms of such a low level, no matter how powerful, could never withstand his terrifying poison. Once contaminated, their deaths were certain. Furthermore, as long as he made the young man submit, any beetles still on him would belong to him as well.
But he did not know that the Silver Sheath Worms before him had devoured all kinds of poisons since birth and had frequently endured the baptism of Heaven's Tribulation lightning. The poison within their bodies was no weaker than the poisonous mist he had unleashed.
At this moment, they were merely doing their utmost to refine his poison.
He raised his head and looked at Qin Fengming again. His expression had already become completely normal. After a brief moment of thought, he spoke a sentence that seemed highly advantageous to Qin Fengming.
The middle-aged man's expression was calm, but deep in his eyes, a wisp of killing intent flickered.
Of what