These purple little worms had originally been scattered across a fairly wide area, and they had shown not the slightest hint of aggression.
But at that moment, all the little worms went berserk.
Like a pack of wolves that had caught the scent of blood, they surged toward the "living beings" below.
"It itches so much! These worms are biting me!"
"It hurts so much!"
A Great Perfection True God was surrounded by countless little worms, looking as though he had been wrapped in a thick layer of Purple Mist.
The Great Perfection True God struggled frantically, rolling over and over on the ground.
"Damn worms! I'll blow you to pieces!"
A powerful Dao intent suddenly surged from within this Great Perfection True God.
"Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa..."
The Great Perfection True God had already lost his reason. The bolts of lightning shot toward the people around him like crazed dragons.
The people nearby hurriedly dodged.
"Leng Chan! Have you gone mad?"
A Sub-Saint from the Leng Family intercepted a bolt of lightning with one hand and rebuked him.
This Great Perfection True God was the Leng Family's Great Perfection True God, Leng Chan.
Yet Leng Chan continued frantically urging his Dao intent. Even approaching him was extremely difficult for this Sub-Saint.
These purple little worms could even withstand Tang Lun's flames. Leng Chan's thunder was naturally even less effective against them!
After no more than two or three breaths...
Just as the Leng Family's Saint, Leng Yao, was preparing to act, Leng Chan, who had been rolling on the ground, suddenly fell still.
The purple little worms clinging to Leng Chan's body all rose into the air.
When everyone saw Leng Chan again, their faces were filled with astonishment.
Leng Chan's physical body was still perfectly intact, but a perfectly round hole