Ever since Xiao Hua had seen disciples of the Huanling Sect at Nancai Ping use a spirit storage pouch to release Fei Qing, he had never again seen any cultivator use one. Naturally, he knew how rare such pouches were. Moreover, he had witnessed Fei Qing's power and knew that any cultivator who used spirit beasts was surely exceedingly formidable. He could not help but raise his guard.
The strange insect flew into midair and grew larger and larger amid a cloud of black qi. Xiao Hua saw clearly that it had more than ten body segments like a centipede, though not nearly as many legs. Its head, which was charging toward him, was a pitch-black mass like an exceedingly hard shell, making its features impossible to discern. Most eye-catching of all were the two pincer-like feelers atop its head.
The feelers were extremely sharp, their tips gleaming with cold light, no less menacing than sharp swords!
The strange insect twisted its body, giving off wisps of black qi and making a raspy "hiss-hiss" sound. In the blink of an eye, it had flown within three feet of Xiao Hua.
"This..." Xiao Hua did not dare be careless. One hand wielded the Samadhi True Fire to seek out the long rope, while his other hand took out the demonic spear shaft. With a wave of his hand, he struck toward the strange insect!
Yet just as his hand extended beyond the earthen-yellow radiance of the Dust Shield, the long rope curled toward his arm like the tail of a spirit snake. Before it could truly wrap around him, Xiao Hua already felt the spiritual power in his arm congealing!
"Good heavens! What kind of magic artifact is this?" Xiao Hua was greatly alarmed. Although he did not need spiritual power