What shocked Qin Fengming beyond measure was that when the rough spear, twenty to thirty zhang long, formed from the Silver Sheath Worms touched the black lotus blossoms, the white beetles clinging to its surface suddenly stiffened one after another. Then a layer of silvery ice crystals abruptly appeared around their bodies.
In the blink of an eye, the surface of the enormous silver-white spear was covered by a layer of silvery-white ice crystals.
Within the ice crystals, fine silver lightning still flashed and darted about. The silver lightning that could tear apart magic treasures and shatter a cultivator's soul could not break through that layer of ice crystals in the slightest.
Seeing the enormous spear's speed suddenly plummet, Qin Fengming was violently shocked.
The icy aura released by the black lotuses seemed no weaker than the Zhenli Ice Flame. With such terrifying cold, even a magic treasure would surely find it difficult to withstand.
Perhaps the moment it was unleashed, the magic treasure's condensed light would be frozen by that icy aura.
Surrounded by black ice lotuses, the spear formed by the Silver Sheath Worms, which had displayed tremendous power moments ago, was forcibly frozen in midair.
"Hahahaha, brat, let's see what other tricks you have this time!"
A wild, arrogant voice rang out. More than half of the black lotuses shot out again, surging toward Qin Fengming.
Through their mental connection, the Silver Sheath Worms frozen by the black lotuses remained closely connected to Qin Fengming's Nascent Soul, but they could only struggle desperately to gnaw at the layer of frost. They could not quickly break through the seal of the silvery-white ice.
What Red Elder had said was true. If there had been tens of thousands of Silver Sheath Worms, this magic treasure of his would surely