When Duan Renyou asked, Ling Xiaoxiao shook her head faintly. "I haven't found anything so far. There probably isn't."
With a casual flick of her hand, she turned a strand of azure spiritual power into a wind blade and cut the Blood Night Son Insect into five pieces. She glanced at Lu Fengyao, who was still sprawled on the ground, and said softly, "At least there's some good fortune amid the misfortune. After your cultivation broke through, the Blood Night Worm couldn't adapt right away and exposed its aura. That's how I noticed something was wrong."
Lu Fengyao could only manage a bitter smile. With a Shenyi Gate disciple supporting him, he got back to his feet and sighed. "It seems that white-clothed young man never intended to kill me. He meant to send me back to harm everyone."
"But something still seems strange. At the time, both you and Brother Renyou had fallen into the Devil Race's hands. If they had a method like this, they should have poisoned both of you, not just you, right? If two people had suddenly gone berserk, the damage would have been far greater than one person alone!" Xi Boyun propped his chin on one hand, frowning in puzzlement.
Lu Fengyao thought it over carefully, then gave another bitter smile and shook his head. "I don't know either. Maybe the Devil Race only planned to do this to me? Either way, they could plant the poison as a precaution. No matter how things turned out, death would come sooner or later."
"The Blood Night Worm poison is extremely precious among the Devil Race. Not only are the mother worms difficult to raise, but the offspring also need meticulous care before they can grow into strange creatures capable of controlling people's minds. The process