Huo Hai chanted an incantation used for preliminary control over Spirit Insects. With his formidable strength, coupled with the Mist-Spitting Insect already being in a weakened state, he had brought it under initial control in only a moment.
Fang Biya and Ji Mu had heard Huo Hai's incantation as well. Yet no matter what they did, they could not understand what he was chanting. No matter how carefully they listened, they could not even make out the words clearly. This was a restriction ordained in the unseen; only those who truly understood shamanic arts could comprehend the incantation's true meaning deep within their souls.
Even Huo Hai himself could only chant it now, utterly unable to understand its meaning. As a strange power rose around them, Fang Biya and Ji Mu could sense a trace of it as well—mysterious and vast beyond measure.
"All right. As long as it recuperates properly, I can refine it tonight." The Mist-Spitting Insect was very weak now, but recovering would be easy. Huo Hai casually sent a stream of spiritual energy into it, and Little Gold already knew what the Mist-Spitting Insect ate.
The Mist-Spitting Insect's diet was actually very simple. On one hand, it ate ordinary little bugs; on the other, it fed on the clouds and mist between heaven and earth. By inhaling and exhaling mist, it could draw a little spiritual energy from it to sustain its life and even grow stronger. Unfortunately, the Mist-Spitting Insect was innately too weak. This was also a common flaw among most insects.
Suddenly, Ji Mu's eyes lit up. She said to Huo Hai, "Huo Hai, you once mentioned refining insects, but we've never seen it before. How about letting us watch this time?" Huo Hai had not concealed many things from them.
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