Inside the house, the windows doors were tightly shut.
Chen An, Shen Qingyi, and his wife and daughter were all sitting in the hall.
The room was silent. It was a mess outside the house.
The entire alley was filled with Thousand Devouring Insects.
Wherever it went, not a blade of grass survived.
In the room, Chen An looked at a transparent glass bottle on the table.
The bottle contained a pitch-black worm.
This was a Thousand Devouring Insect that he had just taken the risk to capture not far from the courtyard door.
This insect's mouth was filled with blood stained fangs, and it had two lampshade-like eyes on its head. It had black and thick wings on its back, and its legs were filled with sharp spikes. It looked a little like a locust in his previous life.
The only difference was that this Thousand Devouring Insect was very huge, as big as a fist.
"Fellow Cultivator Shen, what kind of existence is this?"