Yuan Bin nodded, murmuring several phrases under his breath. The syllables were awkward, and strange ripples spread out. From concealed places all around the hall, dense swarms of insects began crawling out—bizarre and varied in form, numbering more than thirty species.
Some had many eyes, some had a thousand legs, some had sharp wings. All displayed unusual traits and were no ordinary bugs, but creatures carefully cultivated by human hands.
The auras of these insects were also extraordinary. They radiated powerful presences, their life energy formidable enough to nearly rival Peak Houtian Realm experts. A few among them could even faintly impose the pressure of death upon Innate Realm Warriors, showing just how threatening they were.
Meng Zhao and Niu Dali both looked puzzled. Neither understood why Yuan Bin had summoned these bizarre insects.
Could it be that he intended to use these insects against the two of them, to ambush and murder them?
That was naturally the joke of the century. Never mind whether Meng Zhao had reserves left in hand and was not someone who could be easily plotted against—even Niu Dali alone was enough to suppress Yuan Bin. If Yuan Bin harbored ill intentions, how was that any different from courting death?
Yuan Bin naturally saw their confusion. He nodded at them, then hooked up the little finger of his right hand, brought it close to his lips, and let out a whistle. The piercing sound seemed to contain some sort of command. As soon as the command was given, the terrifying insects took flight or crawled, rushing toward Meng Zhao with swishing speed like warriors on a battlefield charging forward without fear of death.
Niu Dali's expression instantly turned cold. With a slap, he struck the table beside him. His aura surged wildly, and true qi