Song Wen still wanted to continue speaking with the Insect Mother—first, to glean more information; second, to interfere with the Insect Mother's recovery and buy Ying Wu more time traveling between the two places.
However, Song Wen repeatedly tried to start a conversation, but the Insect Mother gave no further response.
Song Wen could only stop making a fool of himself.
Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, two months went by.
The long-silent Insect Mother finally spoke again.
"Human, this Empress has recovered her strength, yet your fellow tribesman has yet to return. Your time of death has come. Of course, you may flee if you wish. Hunting you down might perhaps bring this Empress a little amusement."
A mocking look appeared on Song Wen's face.
"You hid like a turtle with its head in its shell for two months, yet the moment you recovered your strength, you began spouting grandiose nonsense. Don't you find that laughable?"
As soon as he spoke, countless scarlet droplets of blood suddenly appeared before Song Wen, densely filling the air for a thousand li.
With only him here, the Insect Mother should not have needed to mobilize the entire clan and form the giant insect phantom to kill him.
Though the giant insect phantom was powerful, it gave up the insect race's advantage in numbers.
The Insect Mother could have gathered the clan's ninth-rank experts and joined forces to besiege Song Wen.
Song Wen had merely been waiting for the Insect Mother and the other ninth-rank experts to leave the nest. At that time, the giant insect phantom would surely collapse, and he could unleash a "Myriad Blood Rain in Unison," slaughtering the low-rank insects within the nest.
If this plan succeeded, the Void Beetle clan's low-end fighting strength would