Raising insects is merely a hobby.
But because of Lu Lin's words, he actually forgot about his strongest means.
However... that's all there is to it.
The hundreds of poisonous insects that died cost Wang Chou quite some time, though he still has many queen insects in the lair of Wan Chong Zhenren of Fantasy Mountain. As long as he spends time, he can cultivate them again.
At that time, he will use the corpse of this guy Lu Lin as fodder to cultivate new insects.
Presumably, the newly cultivated insects will be even stronger than they are now.
"Poison Soul Technique!"
Wang Chou waved his hand.
An obscure, all-pervasive soul power immediately surged towards Lu Lin.
This time, he must confront it head-on.
Lu Lin made twelve-fold preparations, condensing a layer of spiritual shield.
However, merely defending without attacking is not Lu Lin's style.
At the moment the shield took form.
Lu Lin also condensed three golden arrows, directly attacking Wang Chou's Soul Sea.
