The dragon-scaled silkworm struggled desperately beneath the enormous hand of Lu Xiaotian's projected clone. It was reasonably strong, though nothing exceptional—at most on par with Huangfu Bing. Now that the projected clone had suddenly appeared right before it, it was naturally no match.
The dragon-scaled silkworm spat out net after net of silk, casting them over the projected clone. Each net was covered in spikes. Once they touched their target, the spikes would cling like bone-deep parasites; even someone considerably stronger would find them difficult to shake off.
Behind the nets, dozens of silver spikes shot through the holes in the mesh.
"Dragonshadow Silkworm Spikes?" The projected clone's divine sense stirred slightly, and its body suddenly turned transparent. A torrent of Dragon Saliva Silkworm Spikes shot straight through its form, seemingly meeting no resistance at all.
When Luo Qing and Lu Wushuang saw the Dragonshadow Silkworm Spikes pierce right through Lu Xiaotian's projected clone, their hearts leapt into their throats. Only when its body solidified again did they breathe a little easier.
A projected clone was ultimately different from a flesh-and-blood body. The spatial power condensed within it during projection was enough to let it do things that seemed extremely uncanny to ordinary demonic creatures. This took a considerable toll on the clone, but how could it suppress the leader of the dragon-scaled silkworms amid its entire tribe's counterattack without paying some price?
After its attack failed, the dragon-scaled silkworm leader sensed that something was wrong. It let out a strange cry and tried to flee, but the enormous hand descending upon it seemed to freeze the surrounding space. Every avenue of escape had already been sealed off.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Countless sword shadows slashed at the dragon-scaled silkworm leader, each striking with a muffled thud as its astonishingly tough