There were many pairs of wings on its body, all flapping simultaneously. Wisps of purple smoke surrounded the bug as its wings flapped on. The smoke then rose into the air as the thin length of threads and disappeared in the dark. The whole scenario was as wicked as it could possibly get.
The bug was originally rather still in the bowl, only its wings flapped. Hence, its sudden shivering suggested that some external factor must have triggered it. Duan Muyan was troubled, but it was too late for him to do anything. Pricked by a needle, the bug then lay flat in the bowl and started shrieking in pain.
Duan Muyan tried to perform some spells in an attempt to cut off the thin threads, but the bug soon died away in a pool of blood, leaving only a small piece of skin as a sign of its existence. Affected, Duan Muyan's body trembled a little before he spat out a mouthful of blood. His complexion turned pale, almost instantaneously.