"When soldiers come, meet them with troops; when floods come, block them with earth. A higher-grade golden silkworm gu? It's still just a gu worm. Even if the Corpse-Liberation Immortal is awake, he's still a Corpse-Liberation Immortal until he breaks out of his cocoon. At most, he can truly project his yin spirit."
"How many bolts of heavenly thunder can he take?"
"And how many can that golden silkworm gu take?"
Mao Yousan spoke at just the right moment, his expression utterly unruffled.
"Luo Bin, there's no need to worry."
Those final words carried a hint of commanding confidence.
It was the confidence of someone who seemed capable of handling anything.
Of course, that did not mean Mao Yousan was genuinely certain he could resolve everything.
It merely showed that he had always met with success when dealing with things in the past, gradually cultivating this disposition without realizing it.
It also showed that Luo Xianshen was a sword in his hand.
And Luo Xianshen did not resist that role. Instead, he obeyed him without question?
That pointed to one possibility.
Could Mao Yousan be even stronger than Luo Xianshen?
Of course, it might also be a personal debt, or some other reason.
Whatever the case, Mao Yousan's strength was beyond doubt.
Qin Tianqing had said earlier that Mao Yousan possessed five Dao Corpses capable of yin spirit projection. Anyone who could refine corpses of that caliber had to possess terrifying abilities himself!
These thoughts flashed through Luo Bin's mind in an instant, and he nodded.
Miao Cang took a deep breath and lowered his head slightly. "If the heavenly thunder is like what we saw earlier, the Black Miao Corpse-Liberation Immortal won't withstand many bolts, and the seven-line golden silkworm gu will be reduced to charcoal too. I've spent