A dense shower of hair-thin Ice Needles rained down.
In an instant, the Ice Needles pierced through the bodies of some of the young scorpions, pinning them to the ground.
The biting cold traveled from the needles, through the wounds, and deep into the young scorpions' bodies, slowly turning them into ice sculptures.
One by one, the young scorpions were pinned and frozen into statues of ice.
The remaining young scorpions, the ones that had burst forth from the mother's body, were unaffected by Zhang Deming's Rumors.
They gathered together once more, but couldn't seem to form the same kind of aggregate as before. It seemed the *real* young scorpions were the key to forming the collective.
The ones that had split off from the Mother of Hundred Poisonous Scorpion had merely served to amplify the effect.
