C895 Death Without Rest

Leng Wuhen's gaze was locked onto Fen Yin's body as he muttered to himself, "You're looking down on me too much. This kind of Soul Technique is of no use to me at least. Ignorant bastard!"

Countless blood-colored insects came out, wrapping Leng Wuhen's body under the thin body they gathered together, and spread out endlessly. Under the sky and on the ground