"Ah…………"
Suddenly, a member of the Hufa Pavilion shouted in alarm. Then Zhao Wujie saw countless insects, ants, snakes, and rats rapidly crawling into the courtyard, so densely packed that it made people's scalp tingle!
Wherever these things passed, nothing grew. Even the walls collapsed in an instant.
"Fire, fire…………"
Seeing this, Zhao Wujix could only command loudly!
Bang bang bang…………
With a volley of gunfire, but none of the bullets managed to hit Dali Tou and his group. At this point, the group had already been enveloped in black qi, losing their targets. The snipers could only fire randomly!
Seeing those insects and ants getting closer, Zhao Wujī held the short sword in his hand, his aura surged, and his clothes began to flutter without wind. As a master of the grandmaster realm, Zhao Wujī had long been able to release his inner energy.
"Drink…………"
With a furious roar, Zhao Wuji waved his short sword, creating a gust of wind that instantly blew away swathes of insects. However, the insects quickly regrouped.
And they're multiplying more and more, with quite a few members of the Protectorate now covered in these insects. There are simply too many, and they're too small, so these Protectorate members, despite their strength, can't get rid of them.
However, these insects are not poisonous, otherwise, the members of the Hufu Pavilion would have died from poisoning long ago.
"Master Zhao, step aside and let me go. Why subject your men to further hardship?"
At this moment, a voice from Dali's head echoed within the darkness.
Zha Wuji's face was gloomy, and the short sword in his hand had been waving countless times, but each time it dispersed these insects and ants, they would immediately gather together again. At this time, Zha Wuji could already feel the weakness of his body.
But looking at the pained expressions and subordinates rolling around on the ground, Zhao Wuji felt extremely distressed!
"Insects and ants fear fire; Master Zhao wouldn't be ignorant of this, would he?"

Just when Zhao Wujing was in dire straits, a voice suddenly rang out from behind him.
Zhao Wujie was startled, and hurriedly turned around to look. He found that it was Chen Ping who stood up from the ruins.
Mr. Chen, you...you didn't die?
Zha Wuji's face was full of surprise.
"Dead?" Chen Ping smiled calmly. "You wouldn't think I'd die so easily, would you?"
"No, no, no, I know Mr. Chen definitely won't die..."
Zhao Wuji was filled with excitement. After all, Chen Ping was a cultivator; it was impossible for him to die so easily.
And that Dali leader, seeing Chen Ping unharmed, was stunned. His eyes were filled with disbelief!
Even if Chen Ping hadn't died, that punch just now would have been enough to break his bones. And his fist was also carrying poison. Chen Ping shouldn't be able to move right now, but he's standing right in front of me like nothing happened.
"This...this is impossible, how could you be unharmed?"
Dali stared at Chen Ping in disbelief.
"With your meager skills, you can't hurt me..."
Chen Ping smiled coldly.
Dali's eyes widened, looking at Chen Ping with a mocking face. He was about to be driven crazy!
"Get the torches ready..."
Zhao Wujie commanded loudly at that moment.
Soon, the people of Hufa Pavilion began to search for anything flammable and set it ablaze. As the flames grew larger, countless insects and ants were killed and all retreated in fear.
Having found a way to control these insects, Chen Ping was unharmed. Zhao Wuji also felt more confident and looked coldly at Dali Tou: "You can surrender now and avoid suffering. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind..."
Zhao Wuj's short sword hummed in his hand, his body suddenly jolted with power. A surge of energy erupted from him, seemingly defying the exhaustion he had felt moments before. At this moment, Zhao Wuji unleashed an endless torrent of combat prowess.

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