Buzz. Beneath the golden eagle, swarms of black corpse-armored flying insects crowded together like clouds of gnats, packed so thickly they blotted out the sky. Even Lu Xiaotian felt his scalp prickle at the sight of their countless numbers. Before his very eyes, dozens of human and Demon Race Spirit Transformation experts, along with hundreds or even thousands of Nascent Soul Realm demons, had all been swallowed up by the vast swarm of corpse-armored insects.
The humans and demons surrounded by the swarm were naturally unwilling to sit still and wait for death. They kept killing the corpse-armored insects around them, but the pests were impossible to eradicate. They would clear a few dozen feet around themselves, only for the space to fill again in no time with more of the flying insects.
The Nascent Soul Realm demons and human cultivators were the first to suffer. When their demonic power or magical power ran dry, their bodies were covered from head to toe in corpse-armored insects. The insects burrowed relentlessly into every opening they could find: nostrils, mouths, eyes, wounds.
As more and more corpse-armored insects burrowed inside, the demons and Nascent Soul Realm humans trembled like sieves. The insects gnawed at their flesh, some eating their way inward from the outside, while those that had burrowed into their bodies chewed outward from within.
Before long, those who could no longer hold out were reduced to horrifying skeletons, not a shred of flesh left on their bones, devoured clean by the corpse-armored insects. Only their Primordial Spirits managed to flee. The insects craved flesh and blood, and had no interest in Primordial Spirits.
Lu Xiaotian was more than happy with this. He could collect the Primordial Spirits of Spirit Transformation experts and Nascent Soul Realm demons without lifting a finger