In an instant, ten thousand dragons raised their heads, their roars shaking the nine heavens. The dense swarm of dragon silkworms, as if drawn by a summons, all dove towards Qin Ming, their eyes red with frenzy.
The bodies of the two puppets, with the secret treasure door still open, created ripples radiating outward from their center when faced with a deadly threat. Although seemingly gentle, the final result was bone-chilling.
All around, the various dragon silkworms that charged at him exploded without exception, even the larger dragon-shaped Strange Insects disintegrated, breaking apart inch by inch.
Qin Ming sensed something was wrong; if this went on for too long, the two puppets might dry up, withering like decayed wood.
Even an ancient strongest figure was after all deceased, and his secret treasure could not draw power indefinitely.
