The roaches on the eastern side of the corridor were burned to death, their ashes floating in the air, some drifting over like a dense fog on a winter's day.
Squeak! Squeak!
The cockroach people screamed, their voices shrill and piercing, the sound of a soul's deep fear and trembling before death.
Whoosh!
The roaches on the western side of the corridor moved, some flapping their wings to fly, while many more crawled on the ground, surging over like a black torrential flood.
"Fuck!"
Lin Baici, upon seeing the thousands of roaches swarm over, didn't dare use the Songmu torch; if it was lit, before the roaches burned to death, they could charge him and even a single spark could set him alight.
So, while snuffing out the torch, Lin Baici decisively activated Divine Grace!
Whoosh!
In the corridor, as if a spring breeze were melting into rain, a drizzle started immediately, sprinkling down on those roaches and dampening everything.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
