More than ten Insect Race powerhouses closed in, but Desolate Slaves blocked their way, keeping them from reaching Bai Yang right away.
"More than ten Insect Race powerhouses, every one of them an Emperor-level expert. One-on-one, I might be able to hold my own, but if they all come at me together, I won't stand a chance. Luckily, the Desolate Slaves are getting in their way. I can use them to hold the enemy back—though that Mosquito Daoist is a real handful..."
Muttering to himself, Bai Yang retreated into the ranks of the Desolate Slaves. But the Insect Race powerhouses had already locked onto him, and he couldn't escape their sight.
The ten-plus Insect Race powerhouses spread out around him in a encircling formation. The Desolate Slaves kept them from closing in, but Mosquito Daoist relied on his overwhelming strength to charge straight through them, barreling toward Bai Yang.
He fixed his eyes on Bai Yang, a mocking sneer on his face.
A Desolate Slave appeared in his path. Without even trying to dodge, he casually pressed a palm against it. To Bai Yang's horror, the Desolate Slave's body rapidly withered, then died trembling, dissolving into black mist that vanished into nothingness. Only its black robe fell to the ground.
"Mosquito Daoist can actually devour Desolate Slaves? Even Ya Ya can only devour evil energy, not Desolate Slaves, but he can do it. Mosquito Daoist—he must be a mosquito who attained the Dao. Even the weakest mosquito can feed on the blood of living beings. He must have mastered a devouring-type innate Divine Ability..."
Having witnessed the scene, Bai Yang muttered in shock, gaining a clear sense of Mosquito Daoist's strength. No wonder he dared to stand toe-to-toe with Yu Huayun, that old eunuch.
"You won't get away!" Mosquito Daoist