That bug squirmed in Xia qingchen's hand, letting out strange squeaking sounds.
It was probably in pain from Xia qingchen's grip, as the bug let out a violent hiss toward Yuan chongyan.
The sharp chirping of insects went straight into Yuan chongqian's mind. Suddenly, he felt that a sharp dagger was twisting fiercely in the depths of his body, as if it was tearing something into pieces!
With a splitting headache, Yuan chongqian dropped the knife in his hand, held his head, and screamed. In the end, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground on the spot, never to get up again.
The bug in Xia qingchen's hand immediately became weak and dispirited.
The soul devouring God bugs had finally managed to accumulate some mental energy, but it was consumed by another mental attack.
It would be difficult to recover in a short period of time.
