The spirit of the Nether Hive, vanished in an instant.
Under the suppression of Wang Chen's supreme spiritual energy, it self-destructed silently, leaving no residue or fragments.
However, at that exact moment, Wang Chen suddenly groaned as his head involuntarily tilted backward.
Bright red blood spilled simultaneously from his nose, ears, and eyes!
At this instant, Wang Chen's head felt like it was about to explode, as a peculiar force penetrated the barrier of spiritual energy, madly flooding into his sea of consciousness, creating a massive impact on his divine soul and consciousness.
Without a doubt, this was the final counterattack from the spirit of the Nether Hive.
Even though Wang Chen had been on guard, he couldn't defend against this wave of mental assault and suffered a significant loss.
His face turned a purplish-red, veins bulging on his forehead, and his expression slightly contorted.
