Yang Jing shook his white-haired head, looked at the Black Wind Thief, and said,
"Fellow Daoist, while your actions are calculated, you have deeply offended the Lu Family. I'm afraid that in their eyes, the lives of all the Independent Cultivators here combined aren't worth as much as a single Lu Family disciple."
The Black Wind Thief cackled sinisterly.
The next moment, he attacked. All his Gu Insects beat their wings and came screaming toward Yang Jing.
Yang Jing formed a ball of cyan light in his hand and scattered it with a wave. It transformed into thousands of cyan needles, as fine as ox hair. These needles effortlessly pierced straight through the carapaces that even Magical Artifacts struggled to break.
Beneath the sky-blotting rain of needles, the terrifying swarm of Gu Insects instantly rained down, littering the ground.
"That's the Yi Wood Divine Needle! How can it be so astonishingly powerful?!"
