The deaths of their companions did not frighten these venomous insects. Instead, they became much more cunning, scattering and pouncing at Song Wen from every direction.
Seeing this, Song Wen stopped using the Chasing Sun Spear to slaughter the venomous insects.
That would be like using a cannon to swat mosquitoes, a sheer waste of spiritual power.
With a wave of his hand, Song Wen fired several streams of spiritual power, intending to kill the venomous insects with them.
Yet after traveling barely over ten yards from his body, the streams of spiritual power were like candle flames in the wind, scattered by the raging astral wind.
Song Wen shook his head, finding the situation rather troublesome.
Though these venomous insects were not particularly strong, there were simply too many of them. If he allowed them to keep battering the shield, even with Song Wen's abundant spiritual power, he would sooner or later be drained dry and defeated.
Song Wen stopped diverting his attention to the venomous insects and focused wholly on resisting the astral wind, intending to cross the region where it was strongest in one burst.
So long as he left this canyon and escaped the threat of the astral wind, these venomous insects would be nothing to fear.
Just then, a venomous insect over thirty feet long, with a hundred legs beneath its belly, two wings on its back, and a jet-black body shaped like a centipede, traveled upstream against the astral wind from the lower reaches of the canyon.
When it saw the venomous insects filling the sky, a flicker of delight appeared in its pitch-black eyes.
The Twin-Winged Centipede opened its mouth, firing out a silvery-white thread that instantly struck one venomous insect and pierced straight through it.
The thread continued to wind onward, piercing