The Split

The Split

After saying this, the pockmarked man slapped the Spirit Beast Bag at his waist. A buzzing filled the air as hundreds of blood-red lice, each the size of a fist, flew out and streaked toward the Taixu Sect disciples.

At the same time, the other Poison Dragon Sect disciples took the Spirit Beast Bags from their waists and tossed them into the air, then struck them with Hand Seals.

Bees, Flying Mosquitoes, dragonflies, beetles, and all manner of other insects swarmed out of the Spirit Beast Bags, numbering anywhere from a hundred to a thousand each, and rushed toward the Taixu Sect disciples.

Senior Sister Murong's brows knitted. She formed a Hand Seal with one hand, and the five Mysterious Ice Swords split in two, then four. After a blur, they transformed into hundreds of identical sword images and met the incoming spirit insects.

Lu Tianzheng rapidly formed Hand Seals with both hands. A vast blaze appeared out of nowhere in the air before him, quickly condensing into a Giant Fireball several yards across. It hurtled toward the incoming spirit insects.

The other Taixu Sect disciples each used their own methods to deal with the incoming spirit insects.

Then a shocking sight unfolded. The spirit insects unleashed by the Poison Dragon Sect disciples were impervious to blades and unaffected by water or fire. Apart from Ice Spells and Lightning Spells, which could counter them, no other spells or spirit artifacts could inflict much damage.

Chen Xing'er was surrounded by a Yellow Light Screen, and a Yellow Banner, about a yard tall, stood planted before her. The banner constantly unleashed gusts of Yellow Hurricane, scattering the incoming spirit insects and spirit artifacts in all directions.

But there were simply too many spirit insects. More than a dozen pounced on