He Guang had originally planned to split up with the feather tribe.
The birds would fly up to kill the worms, while the other beasts would guard the area below the trees and kill all the worms that fell.
Xue Ling found this plan too troublesome. He said, "Just burn them."
White rock worms were afraid of fire, so setting fire was the simplest and most convenient way.
All the beasts spread out in a circle and surrounded the entire nest.
The ground was already covered in firewood. Xue Ling stood on the firewood. He casually waved his hand and a large fireball appeared.
He lit all the firewood under his feet. The flames instantly burned and quickly spread up the tree trunk. The scorching heat woke the white rock worms from their sleep.
They let out shrill cries and clattered to the ground.
The ground had long turned into a sea of fire. The white rock worms were crackling from the fire and kept twisting their bodies.
