Qin Ming looked back and found that the master in green was fleeing without looking back. He was the transformed Firefly, and at this moment, he vibrantly flapped his wings and disappeared like a streak of flowing light into the distance.
The vast number of Strange Insects were scattered by Qin Ming, and with the loss of the master's command, they were no longer so fierce. Qin Ming successfully fought his way out.
He shook his snow-white curly hair, radiating brilliance that cleansed away the bloodstains, and then straightened the horn on top of his head.
The wandering swordsman rushed at high speed, wanting to immediately get away from this troublesome place.
However, he had just rushed not too far away when his heart sank, and he quickly descended to the ground, feeling as if he were facing the pressure of a mountain and sea about to burst.
A Great Grandmaster approached, blocking his way.
