While Yun Chujiu was pondering, the moss-mimicking bugs began to attack again.
Feng Chihu saw that Yun Chujiu was in a daze again, and he was so angry that he was twitching. He walked to the fire and picked up a few logs and threw them at the swarm of bugs.
Other than him, many others had the same idea. They also came to pick up the burning logs, thinking that they could stop the attacks of the moss-mimicking bugs.
Unfortunately, it was useless.
Everyone could not help but be dumbfounded. They had seen that Yun Qianyi had some use when she threw it over, but why was it useless when they threw it over?
Was this thing supposed to be used to make dishes? !
Since fire attacks were useless, everyone could only brace themselves and continue to fight with the mossy worms.
