In the distant sky at an unknown time, a huge cloud of insects spanning over a hundred meters had appeared, staining that part of the sky gold and silver. The huge buzzing seemed to be coming from this new cloud of insects.
Underneath the insect cloud, Han Li looked at the eccentric with a gaze as if he were looking at a corpse. He commanded, "Go!"
Suddenly, the huge insect cloud flew towards the eccentric as an overbearing sky-shrouding shadow.
The eccentric's limbs grew ice-cold. This insect cloud was over ten times larger than the previous. It wasn't something he could withstand. In his terror, he felt a sudden desire to flee.
With an unsightly expression, he recalled his transformed flower basket. He then struck his two ghost heads with blood-red magic seals, and began to chant a cryptic incantation. As for the weapons that were disabled and had been held within the white mist, they were tossed away without hesitation.
The eccentric's decisiveness surprised Han Li.
