The massive phoenix phantom above their heads continuously breathed fire to burn those dark and minuscule poisonous insects that made one question reality.
When the real cracking sounds rang overhead, the expression on Su Nanzhi's face grew even more rigid.
Beside her, Jiang Beiyu was severely injured; he had been ruthless to himself to break free from the illusory realm.
Although he was standing and seemed okay, it was evident not only to Su Nanzhi but also to the black-robed figure that he was weak.
Thus, in desperation, the black-robed figure threw those poisonous insects out, intending for them to use Jiang Beiyu's body as another host.
Once he controlled Jiang Beiyu, he would have no further concerns.
Su Nanzhi naturally wouldn't allow such a thing to happen. She glanced at the charred insects overhead and suddenly thought, these were just bits falling from the black-robed figure's body. Considering his pitted skin, just how many were hidden inside...
