Shock!
Watching the Spirit Corpse Golden Cicada struggling weakly under the dense roots of the Plague Source, Shen Qiang's shocked emotions could hardly be simply expressed by words.
Spirit Corpse Golden Cicada.
A hundred years to gather shape, a hundred years to increase intelligence, a hundred years to grow double wings, soaring to the sky after three hundred years.
Unafraid of fire and water, impervious to swords and spears!
If not, who would commit such outrageous acts and spend three centuries refining the Golden Cicada?
Yet such a powerful Spirit Corpse Golden Cicada.
In the eyes of the young Plague Source, it was merely food!
And even more shocking, in front of the Plague Source that had already soared to the heavens, the Spirit Corpse Golden Cicada had turned into a small insect, completely incapable of any resistance.
"Doctor Shen? What exactly did you do just now?"
