On Li Tianfei's arm, the insect writhed frantically, as if it too sensed its life was under threat.
However, strands of golden light had already formed a large net, tightly trapping the insect.
Seeing the writhing insect on Li Tianfei's arm, Li Yunfei and Wu Ya's faces changed drastically.
"Die for me!" Lin Chen's eyes narrowed, and the silver needle in his hand descended once more.
Swish, swish, swish!
Three silver needles dropped, piercing into the constantly writhing insect.
As the silver needles fell, the insect finally ceased to breathe and stopped moving.
Lin Chen took out a knife and made a cut on Li Tianfei's arm.
A two-centimeter long black-red insect was extracted from Li Tianfei's arm.
Looking at the insect, hatred filled Wu Ya's eyes.
It was because of this insect that the person she loved most was bedridden for so long.
It was because of this insect that she lost her beautiful appearance and cultivation.
