The Cyan Cicada Demon Lord's remnant soul hovered among the swarm, its gaze flickering incessantly.
At this moment, the Cyan Cicada Demon Lord's remnant soul was deeply alarmed by the things Qin Fengming had repeatedly done, and found it difficult to steady its thoughts. Setting aside the origins of a mountain spirit capable of commanding the demonic beasts of the mountains and forests, the mere fact that he had managed to cultivate the Chiyou True Demon Art was enough to leave the Cyan Cicada Demon Lord deeply unsettled for a long time.
The Chiyou True Demon Art was itself one of the pinnacle techniques of the True Demon Realm. Since ancient times, who knew how many astonishingly talented geniuses, gifted beyond the heavens, had met their end while cultivating it?
And yet, a young man who should not have been a cultivator of the True Demon Realm had actually cultivated the second level of this powerful technique. This made the Cyan Cicada Demon Lord desperately want to capture Qin Fengming, interrogate him thoroughly, and uncover the key to it all.
And now, the young man before him had released more than a thousand Silver Sheath Worms that were at the semi-mature stage. What kind of situation was this? It left the Cyan Cicada Demon Lord's mind buzzing, making it impossible for him to steady himself.
At this moment, the Cyan Cicada Demon Lord had only one thought: capture Qin Fengming. Even if he did not kill him, he had to take him as a servant.
At the thought of truly having such a servant, the Cyan Cicada Demon Lord's remnant soul thrilled from head to toe. Perhaps he could even obtain tremendous benefits from the Silver Sheath Worms.
Time slowly passed. The tide-like swarm charged toward the towering mountain, but