Bai Chuan glanced at the frost before him, a smile curling at the corner of his lips as he stepped toward the slope.
However, he had barely taken a step when a series of vibrations rang out, forming an exceptionally strange resonant fluctuation in the void.
At the same time, Bai Chuan clearly sensed that the Magic Power contained within the frozen frost was being rapidly siphoned away. The frost began to melt and could no longer restrain those Origin-Devouring Coiled Silkworms.
His brows drew together. In a flash, he appeared beside the two foremost Origin-Devouring Coiled Silkworms and swept his palm over them, casting a patch of black shadow across the flying insects.
The next instant, Bai Chuan abruptly closed his palm and clenched his fist.
An incomparably powerful force immediately contracted. The ice and snow within the shadow instantly collapsed, and the bodies of the two Origin-Devouring Coiled Silkworms twisted out of shape before bursting apart with a bang beneath the crushing shadow.
At the moment the two Origin-Devouring Coiled Silkworms died, the frozen frost melted away completely. Yet the insects that beat their wings free did not attack at once.
As though they had sensed danger, they suddenly turned and flew back in haste. Reaching the bamboo rod embedded diagonally in the slope, they all shrank until they were nearly invisible to the naked eye, then flew into the purple gourd and vanished completely.
A trace of surprise flashed through Bai Chuan's eyes.
He took several steps up the slope, his gaze falling upon the bamboo rod and the gourd. Raising a hand, he was about to retrieve the treasures.
But at that moment, a streak of white radiance shot down from above like a bolt of silk.
Sensing danger, Bai Chuan retreated and immediately flashed to