A Sword Across the Heaven-Connecting Palace

Since the Hatred-Eating Moths drew their strength from hatred, growing by devouring it, what would happen if other emotions became mixed in?

The Daoist Art Jealous Fire was meant to prove the answer.

The Hatred-Eating Moths, their eyes stained red, instantly fell into disarray. Before, they had been hunting dogs obeying Jiang Yan's commands, moving in orderly ranks and charging the Soul Flame Sparrow in wave after wave. Now their formation was in shambles, their momentum gone. Some even turned on one another.

The swarm of Hatred-Eating Moths was on the verge of collapse.

Under Jiang Wang's precise control, the Soul Flame Sparrows immediately gathered together, pierced through the swarm, and charged straight at the Underworld Candle, hoping to seize this chance and finish it in one strike.

If this were a battle between armies, it would be a direct assault on the enemy's stronghold.

But the Underworld Candle's eerie light flashed, and the disordered, fleeing swarm instantly regrouped, as though a unified will had suddenly taken hold of it.

Ten moths formed a group, ten groups formed a squad, and ten squads formed a company.

The densely packed swarm of Hatred-Eating Moths, which should have been consumed by Jealous Fire and thrown into chaos, recovered in an instant. It had even become a well-trained army!

The control was terrifyingly precise, down to the smallest detail. Jiang Yan commanded tens of thousands of Hatred-Eating Moths, yet could direct each one individually.

By comparison, Jiang Wang's control of the Soul Flame Sparrows was like children playing house—utterly outmatched.

The swarm's formation was tight, its coordination exquisite. In a flash, it surrounded the Soul Flame Sparrows that had broken into its ranks, then swallowed them whole.

The gray tide drowned the flames.

Only muffled thuds rang out, one after another.

Jiang Wang