"Yet that fifth-rank venomous insect clearly said they came from the void and were not killed by any restriction," Song Wen argued.
Ying Wu said, "What that fifth-rank venomous insect said may not necessarily have been true. Of course, it may not have been lying either; perhaps it simply did not know the swarm's true origins. That is precisely why there was no need to place a restriction on its soul."
Song Wen fell silent in thought, secretly weighing the possibility of Ying Wu's words.
Ying Wu added, "Try asking a different question. Ask how many ninth-rank experts there are in the swarm."
"Alright." Song Wen agreed, then used the Truth-Listening Technique to communicate with the Void Beetle riddled with bloody holes.
Yet after hearing Song Wen's question, the Void Beetle remained exceedingly resistant.
"Human, do not dream of getting any intelligence about my holy race from me. I am utterly loyal to the Insect Mother and will never betray my race."
"It seems you have not suffered enough."
Song Wen sneered. A mass of scalding golden liquid slowly condensed before him.
Song Wen generally used the Golden Broth Curse within his sea of consciousness and rarely displayed it before others.
The golden liquid churned in the air. The body could not feel the slightest heat, yet a searing sensation invaded the sea of consciousness.
The Void Beetle, which had been stubbornly defiant only moments ago, finally revealed irrepressible fear in its pitch-black eyes.
With a casual wave of Song Wen's hand, the golden liquid sank into the Void Beetle's head.
"Hiss—" Its agonized howls rang without end.
The Void Beetle struggled violently, but how could it possibly break free from the restraints of corpse qi?
After a long while, the Void Beetle's wails gradually subsided. However, the light in