From within a certain mass of shadows in the Yinhun Soil, a short, fat man with an ugly face and eight eyes stared grimly at Lin Bai and Shen Yunfan as they flew across the sky above the Yinhun Soil.
Hovering above his left and right shoulders were two rectangular iron tablets. They were clearly activated, their patterns flowing with spirituality and radiating a layer of gray light.
The Spirit-Exploding Insect he had driven earlier was one of them. As for the second tablet, it was clearly being used to control the Corpse Immortal Insects in the Yinhun Soil.
Otherwise, there was no way the Corpse Immortal Insects and Spirit-Exploding Insects would have suddenly stopped fighting and simultaneously chased after Lin Bai and Shen Yunfan.
"I really didn't expect these two to be so fast?"
"Such an escape art would count as a Dao Tradition of some major sect or lineage in the outside world, wouldn't it?"
"Not only are they incredibly fast, but their various abilities are impressive as well. They actually managed to carve a path out of the Spirit-Exploding Insects!"
"They're rather troublesome!"
"If I want to kill them with these Strange Insects alone, it looks like that won't be possible!"
"Could I transfer a few primordial ancient beasts over from the other side?"
The Eight-Eyes strange man took a Sound Transmission Talisman from his robes and contacted several companions. He briefly explained his current situation, hoping to obtain reinforcements.
The old man who answered the Sound Transmission Talisman sighed and said, "The situation on your side isn't very optimistic. Ours is even worse."
"Those members of the Demon Race have impressive methods and abilities. One of them is even a direct descendant of the Flood Dragon Clan, and his strength is formidable."
"We've already brought over