Shivering

The man clad in black scale armor stood in the void, his armor like frozen night, every scale reflecting a cold gleam.

His face was stern, and a biting chill glinted in his eyes, like two invisible blades capable of piercing the soul.

He casually extended a hand and loosely curled his five fingers. Space immediately twisted violently.

A pitch-black spear condensed out of the void.

The spear was long and slender, exuding a heavy metallic texture, while a dim glimmer flowed faintly around its tip.

The man let out a low shout. Vast demon immortal power flooded into the spear like a raging torrent, and the black spear instantly erupted with unprecedented, terrifying force.

He swept the spear sideways. Wherever its tip passed, the void split open with a thunderous boom.

A massive ripple spread madly in all directions, like a boulder dropped into water. Fragments of space splashed outward like shattered glass, accompanied by piercing shrieks.

On the other side, the gaunt old man remained expressionless as gray mist churned violently around him. The mist seemed alive, emitting a dense, fine buzzing.

If one looked closely, one would discover in horror that the so-called gray mist was actually formed from tens of thousands of gray, alien insects.

Each was the size of a fingernail, its shell gleaming like metal and its mouthparts sharp as blades. These were Demon-Devouring Insects, one of the most terrifying alien insects in the land of the foreign races.

These insects could devour all forms of energy. Whether spiritual energy, magical power, or Primordial Spirit power, all were a feast to them.

Even more terrifying, every Demon-Devouring Insect possessed an indestructibly sturdy physical body. The hardness of their shells was enough to rival the defensive power of certain spirit treasures.

Their destructive power was