The spiritual fire embodies pure yang energy, serving as the natural enemy of parasites!
Every parasite insect stayed far from the spiritual fire, too frightened to approach!
I flicked my finger, sending another wisp of spiritual fire onto Conrad Schroeder's body.
Instantly, crackling sounds like frying beans erupted across Conrad's form.
Conrad scrambled to his feet quickly, shooting a terrified look at his own body while cold sweat poured down.
These parasites were genuinely horrifying!
No wonder people hesitated to venture deep into the southwest, let alone enter Earth Fiend Valley!
"Thank you, Mr. Raymond," Conrad said, clasping his hands gratefully.
I stayed silent, coldly surveying our surroundings.
Though the parasites didn't dare approach closer, they hadn't retreated either.
They encircled Conrad and me, blocking our path forward.
"Spiritual fire?" The old man's voice echoed from the darkness once more.
"Blue Spirit Fire, no less?" Greed seemed to tint his tone.
