The Silver Sheath Worm ranked ninth among the ancient spirit insects. Its formidable power went without saying.
Yet as far as Qin Fengming knew, its body was merely extraordinarily tough, almost impervious to magical treasures. It could also devour the condensed light of magical treasures or a cultivator's protective spiritual radiance.
Its mouthparts were indeed sharp, but Qin Fengming had never imagined that their sharpness alone would allow it to gnaw through gangyan sand crystal, which even the Glimmering Firefly Sword could not cut.
Gangyan sand crystal seemed to be very useful to the Silver Sheath Worm, but Qin Fengming did not know precisely how.
He found it rather hard to believe that the Silver Sheath Worm could digest such a hard, resilient material.
Still, Qin Fengming did not dwell too deeply on the matter. Since the Silver Sheath Worm was doing this of its own accord, it should naturally bring it considerable benefits.
Watching the Silver Sheath Worm tear into the material and devour it ravenously, Qin Fengming pondered briefly, then waved a hand and withdrew the Glimmering Firefly Sword into his body. With a flicker, he too arrived before the enormous nest.
He raised his hand, and a ball of flame appeared in his palm.
Since his magical treasure could not cut the gangyan sand crystal, he could only try using his core flame.
Of course, had he not been concerned about whether there were insect eggs inside the nest, he could simply have summoned his manifestation and unleashed its axe blade. Given the blade's terrifying power, even if it could not smash the nest apart, it should at least be able to chop off a few fragments.
Even a few fragments of gangyan sand crystal the size of date pits would surely cause a sensation.
But Qin