The Four-winged Dragonflies were swift as the wind. When the swarm moved as one, all that could be seen was a gust of green wind sweeping past, instantly enveloping the three Primordial Transformation Beasts.
At once, flesh and blood flew from the bodies of the three Primordial Transformation Beasts. No matter how they struggled, not a single Four-winged Dragonfly fell dead.
Very soon, the roars of the three Primordial Transformation Beasts weakened, and within a few breaths, they became three fresh skeletons streaked with blood.
On the other side, the insect cloud formed by the Fiend Silkworms had also arrived above the five Primordial Transformation Beasts.
Yet strangely, these Fiend Silkworms did not pounce down. Instead, as if they had lost control, they rained down upon the Primordial Transformation Beasts like raindrops.
In an instant, the five Primordial Transformation Beasts were covered in dull gray Fiend Silkworms, and searing pain erupted all over their bodies.
Wherever a Fiend Silkworm clung, sizzling sounds came from the Primordial Transformation Beast's body, accompanied by plumes of black smoke.
The Primordial Transformation Beasts' flesh continuously dissolved into liquid, which the Fiend Silkworms happily sucked up!
Under the intense pain, Yellow Spirit Light flashed across the bodies of the Primordial Transformation Beasts. Countless spikes drilled out from their skin, instantly piercing every Fiend Silkworm on them.
However, the pierced Fiend Silkworms not only did not die, but instead wriggled their bodies and tore themselves in half from their wounds.
The two halves then rapidly regrew flesh, and in the blink of an eye, each became a slightly smaller Fiend Silkworm.
In other words, the Primordial Transformation Beasts' counterattack had not resolved their crisis at all. Rather, it had hastened their destruction!
Although the Primordial Transformation Beasts used several more methods afterward, every one of them