Elder Wu let out a cold smile, waved his sleeve, and a completely pitch-black gourd appeared in his hand. With a technique injected into the gourd, the next moment, the buzzing sound of insects arose, and a swarm of golden clouds flew out from the gourd.
Fu Changsheng swept his Divine Sense over it.
His pupils contracted.
In front of him was no golden cloud, but tens of thousands of Tier One Middle Stage Spirit-devouring Insects.
It's said that mature Spirit-devouring Insects can devour everything, and although the ones in front of him were only Tier One Middle Stage, they had the advantage in numbers.
The Spirit-devouring Insects moved at extreme speed.
In the blink of an eye, they reached Fu Changsheng.
Buzzing, they clung to the light shield formed by the Seven Treasures Umbrella.
The glow of the shield was visibly dimming, obviously from the mana being devoured by the Spirit-devouring Insects.
Fu Changsheng waved his sword hand.
