Zhao Qiang's face showed a look of surprise.
It seems Fellow Daoist Zhou has spent quite a bit of time on this magic?
However, after all, it is just a low-tier technique, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
Just as the group was growing impatient, they saw a thumb-sized spirit insect, with two pairs of tiny wings, nearly translucent, crawl out from a bug hole on the stalk of the Pure Heart Spirit Flower.
As if it had just noticed the surrounding danger, it immediately spread its wings and flew quickly into the distance, moving at an astonishing speed.
But Zhou Changwang, already prepared, pointed directly with his finger.
Whiz~!
A flash of golden light instantly obliterated its head.
Then in the next instant, the spirit insect stiffly fell from the air, dead beyond doubt.
"Did it just kill a Spirit-Devouring Insect?"
Zhao Jie was overjoyed to see this.
