"Wu Junior Brother, do you have any other insects?"
Xu Bin looked at the Nine Curves Wolf Smoke that pierced into Qingming and showed a look of anxiety.
"After all, this place is quite close to the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land. If we don't resolve this quickly, changes might occur."
Wu Han's face was also a bit unpleasant, especially when he saw the pile of Black Winged Flying Centipede corpses under Mu Yan and her group, his heart bled.
It took him hundreds of years to cultivate these Black Winged Flying Centipedes, and to use them up like moths to a flame really pained him.
Wu Han gritted his teeth and said, "I must capture them all, take them back to the Holy Sect, play with them day and night, making them wish for death."
"Yes indeed."
