Luo Lang landed on the ground firmly. He frowned and his squinted eyes couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes.
The spot where he was originally standing, as well as the spot where Zuo Ming was standing on, was now densely covered with countless squirming black beetles. The beetles all squirming against each other created a revolting sight to the eyes of anyone with trypophobia.
"It's insects." Seeing the sight, Bai Nuo frowned as he took a sip of his wine. The scene in front of him reminded him of Lord Gen and his ability to control the five poisons of the world. Just thinking about it, he could already feel his hairs standing on end.
'No wonder Ji Ming dares to send him out. There's a high possibility Zuo Ming is the legendary beloved disciple of Lord Gen,' the representative of Lord Holy, Angel Zhi, thought as he raised his eyebrows in mild surprise.
