Just as Luo Guangmang attempted to re-enter his body, a dark, twisted spirit shadow returned to Sikong Jing.
It was precisely Sikong Jing taking advantage of Luo Guangmang's inattention to retrieve his demonic spirit shadow.
"Roar roar roar roar..."
The second controlled monster insect let out all manner of strange cries, clearly enraged at having just been forcibly controlled.
But it soon could not cry any longer, because its spiritual platform and sea of consciousness gradually shattered into dregs. It was the power left behind by Sikong Jing's demonic spirit shadow, directly destroying the monster insect's spiritual platform and sea of consciousness.
The monster insects had originally been nothing more than minor demon beasts forcibly raised up by the Blood Silence Fierce Python. Their spiritual platforms were extremely fragile.
Now, only one monster insect remained, still rapidly moving away from the Blood Silence Fierce Python's bones.
A few breaths later... whoosh!
Luo Guangmang's spirit shadow emerged from within his body.
His spirit shadow twisted without cease as he said bitterly, "No, my body has practically been smashed into rotten mud. I'm afraid I can't survive."
His voice was incomparably hoarse, clearly filled with utter unwillingness.
He had never dreamed that someone would save him. He had clearly seen hope of survival, yet he still could not grasp it.
"If someone could inject immense life force into my body, there might still be a chance."
"But time is too tight. Where am I supposed to find someone or some treasure with such immense life force?"
Luo Guangmang wore a mournful expression. Of course time was tight.
His body had only just failed and was not yet completely dead, so there was still a chance. But if they delayed any longer, he would truly die beyond saving. By then, even if they