Half an hour later.
From a certain location over the marshland, came a cacophony of screeching sounds.
Hundreds of strange dragonflies, entirely violet-red, each only about a foot in size, were frantically launching an assault on a man in a green robe.
The man in the green robe was Liu Ming.
This was already the third wave of toxic insect attacks he had encountered since entering this marshland.
At this moment, he was enveloped in black mist, and on his chest, a five-colored lightning sigil flickered. With every move, golden thunderballs the size of heads shot out in all directions.
Explosions boomed continuously!
The golden thunderballs landed among the violet-red dragonflies, bursting open and transforming into countless slender golden serpents that leaped and flickered among the swarm.
The violet-red dragonflies, upon contact with the silver electric light, immediately turned into clusters of blood mist with crackling sounds, and then faded into nothingness.
