In front of Saint Ancestor Hai Yi and Crimson Demon Ancestor, Qin Fengming naturally had no concerns that the two would harbor ill intentions toward his Silver Sheath Worms.
Saint Ancestor Hai Yi needed Lian Taiqing's help, while he and Lian Taiqing had already made a soul agreement. Naturally, Saint Ancestor Hai Yi could not plot against him. As for Crimson Demon Ancestor, there was even less need to consider him. With Crimson Demon Ancestor's abilities, it was simply impossible for him to scheme against Qin Fengming.
In fact, at this moment, although Qin Fengming would not recklessly reveal the Silver Sheath Worms in the Cultivation World, he was no longer worried about ordinary Mahayana cultivators coveting them.
By now, he possessed a certain ability to protect himself and guard these spirit insects, which had yet to become fully powerful.
Watching the one thousand two hundred enormous half-Mature Form beetles feast ravenously among the Yellow Sand Worm swarm, Qin Fengming remained calm and composed.
The Yellow Sand Worms were merely at the adult-insect level, and were far smaller than the Silver Sheath Worms. With arcs of Heavenly Tribulation lightning wrapped around the Silver Sheath Worms' bodies, the Yellow Sand Worms covering the mountains and plains did not dare approach at all.
Even when hundreds of half-Mature Form Yellow Sand Worms in the distance violently worked their mouthparts and made urging sounds, they still could not drive the swarm madly forward.
Amid a cloud of yellow dust, a strange and ear-piercing shriek suddenly rang out from the distant swarm. The Yellow Sand Worms, which had been holding their ground, abruptly grew frantic. Their bodies surged forward at tremendous speed, and they once again became utterly fearless of death.
However, even after a large number of Yellow Sand Worms had been lost,