Before the Black-Crowned Man could take a closer look, Mo Chen commanded the Soft Spirit Pearl to explode.
The Soft Spirit Pearl's self-detonation unleashed a fragrant blast of air.
The Black-Crowned Man summoned a shield and flew away, while Mo Chen had already vanished in the wake of the Round Orb's explosion.
The Black-Crowned Man watched wisps of smoke rise from the pool, then glanced at the dead fish floating all around him. His anger surged, and he swept out a palm, summoning a gale to disperse the smoke.
"You little bastard! What filthy trick did you use?"
Then the Black-Crowned Man spread his divine sense, grinned, fixed on a direction, and abruptly soared into the air.
Having detonated a spirit artifact bound to him by blood, Mo Chen instantly felt as though his innards had shattered. Not only did his dantian ache fiercely, but he also spat out two great mouthfuls of essence blood.
But this was no time to weigh such gains and losses.
The Black-Crowned Man flew through the air ahead of a dense swarm of two or three hundred Nine-Autumn Mantises...
With the situation dire, Mo Chen looked at the blood he had spat all over his hands and immediately recited the incantation for Ghost Shadow Step, sacrificing all that essence blood in exchange for the ability to perform it.
"You only escaped by detonating your spirit artifact. That must hurt, doesn't it? Why not become food for my demonic insects? Once they've drained your spiritual power, you could even say you'll live forever with my spirit insects!"
Seeing Mo Chen vomit blood from the backlash of detonating his spirit artifact made the Black-Crowned Man feel even better.
He still had hundreds of immature Nine-Autumn Mantises and an Insect King. Surely they could take this brat