Yang Ye's face was filled with shock. "What the hell is this?!"
Using explosives to blow it up?
But you need to light the explosives first! Once lit, you have to throw them, and this thing flies! If you can't aim it right, it's just wasted!
Qingye glanced at the few people whose faces had drastically changed, a strange, cold smile appearing on his face. "I've heard that the power of explosives can only tear off limbs or leave a small crater on the ground. Such things are useless against my Gold Insect Mother."
"I've spent twenty years cultivating it. It has consumed all the toxins I could find, making it venomous and extraordinarily hard. Not only is it impervious to blades or bullets, but it can also consume solid iron. Just relying on your explosives will do nothing to it!"
"There's nothing in this era that can destroy it!"
