Fortunately, Ye Ziyu's aura had been traceable all along the way, and by the time he reached this place, it had grown extremely intense. Lu Xiaotian spread his spiritual sense outward, and several clusters of golden mist suddenly billowed up from the ground.
"Divine Mist Fruits!" A greenish aura flickered across Lu Xiaotian's face. Once upon a time, when Lu Xiaotian and Mo Yuyan had joined forces to flee for their lives from the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon, they had used the same method. The Divine Mist Fruits had absorbed a considerable amount of the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon's spiritual sense. To avoid losing too much spiritual sense and inflicting grievous damage on its Primordial Spirit, the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon had been forced to stop and gather back the spiritual sense drawn away by the golden mist. That had bought Lu Xiaotian and Mo Yuyan precious time to escape.
"Bloodcry Mosquito Demon, you're really something." Having been made to taste his own medicine by both Wu Changlian and the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon, Lu Xiaotian was seething with anger and shock. A buzzing sound rang out as a mass of black-armored insects took flight.
Wu Changlian and the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon had indeed made thorough preparations this time. The moment the Divine Mist Fruits appeared, a swarm of Devouring-Spirit Armored Mantis swooped in. These Spirit-Devouring Armored Insects specialized in devouring spiritual sense. With so many of them, it was obvious that Wu Changlian and the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon did not merely want to hold Lu Xiaotian back—they also wanted to destroy as much of the spiritual sense he had projected from his body as possible.
In order to find Ye Ziyu as quickly as possible, Lu Xiaotian had spread his spiritual sense outward. The Divine Mist Fruits suddenly exploded, and by the time