He fumbled out a handful of Five-Colored Stones from his Sleeve Bag, each resembling a bean. He crushed them in his palm, and when he opened it.
The stone shells were shattered, revealing more than ten small insects, each the size of a grain of rice, curled into a ball. When exposed to the Heavenly Yang, they began to wriggle. After a moment, their bodies expanded, each the size of a baby's fist. Their bodies resembled segments of a whip, plump and firm, with bristly scales and fur. Beneath them were over a hundred short tendrils, and a pair of transparent wings unfolded behind.
These are known as Jia Chen Worms, rare mystical insects in the world. They come alive in light and die in the dark, favoring the Essence Qi of cultivators. Protective Treasure Light is useless against them, and they don't fear the slashing of Divine Weapons. Once they burrow into the body, they suck marrow and consume the brain, reducing a person to an empty shell in an instant.
