At those words, Gu Xuanji and Zhuang Wuya grew considerably more solemn. A Spirit-Devouring Insect descendant comparable to a False Core cultivator posed a grave threat to everyone present.
Their only consolation was that the insect had yet to advance to the third tier. Otherwise, even if they killed it, the cultivators would suffer devastating casualties. Even someone as powerful as a Half-Step Golden Core cultivator could not guarantee his own safety.
After exchanging a glance, the two finally nodded in unison. Without killing the Insect Mother, they would have little hope of obtaining the calamity-averting yuan magnetism.
Streaks of dark light radiated from Gu Xuanji. At some point, he had taken a sheet of Talisman Paper glowing faintly gold from his Storage Ring and pasted it onto his forehead. Once that was done, he spoke slowly.
"Fellow Daoist Li, the three of us will take on the Insect Mother together. We'll leave the other Insect Beasts to them."
"Good!" A rare flash of killing intent appeared on Li Changfeng's face. With a beckoning gesture, he summoned a Pine-Pattern Ancient Sword above his head.
The sword was three feet and two inches long, its surface densely engraved with runes. Even as it merely hovered there, it radiated waves of bone-piercing murderous intent.
Meanwhile, a flicker of reluctance crossed Zhuang Wuya's aged eyes. Then he gritted his teeth and took two faintly purple iron pellets from his Storage Ring.
Each pellet was the size of a chicken's egg, with streaks of lightning flashing across its surface. Clutched in his palm, they radiated terrifying pulses of power.
Seeing the three prepare, eerie gleams flickered through the pale-gold Insect Mother's four abdominal eyes. Then she threw back her head and let out a piercing shriek.
As the cry rang out, sudden changes erupted