A Spirit Transformation cultivator would have no trouble killing a fourth-tier venomous insect. If it were a fifth-tier venomous insect, though, that would be another matter entirely.
Han Changming merely smiled without speaking. Naturally, he knew Ma Yan was being polite.
The Amethyst Flying Scorpion followed the Cloud Sea Boat onward. Along the way, they encountered vast numbers of venomous insects—toxic ants, poisonous scorpions, venomous snakes, poisonous toads, toxic mosquitoes, and more. Their numbers varied; some appeared alone, while others came in swarms numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
There was no need for Ma Yan and the others to act. The Amethyst Flying Scorpion dealt with them effortlessly. To it, these venomous insects were great supplements.
The low-tier venomous insects were turned directly into bloody water by the poisonous mist breathed out by the Amethyst Flying Scorpion, while fourth-tier venomous insects and beasts became delicacies in its belly.
After less than half an hour, the Amethyst Flying Scorpion grew sluggish. Having devoured the inner cores of more than thirty fourth-tier venomous insects, it was already stuffed.
The miasma ahead grew denser and denser, filling the surroundings. It came in a riot of colors, making it impossible to see what lay within.
The Amethyst Flying Scorpion suddenly let out a piercing shriek, staring at the green miasma ahead as though facing a formidable enemy. Something terrifying seemed to be lurking up ahead.
Ma Yan and the others also sensed that something was wrong. Some spread out their divine sense to investigate, while others used treasures to scout ahead.
To their surprise, they discovered that once their divine sense entered the green miasma ahead, it vanished like mud sinking into the sea.
Song Yufeng held a pale cyan orb in his palm. It gleamed with spiritual light and was clearly a