"This Six-winged Golden Cicada, its color like yellow jade, has lived for at least over three thousand years with the strength of a peak Dao Body Realm."
"Coupled with its body akin to Immortal Gold Divine Iron and its terrifyingly sharp fangs."
"A common Dao Expert might be pierced by it in a single encounter, devoured of all flesh and soul," Qi Xiu said gravely.
"However, although this creature is inherently strong, its spiritual wisdom is very poor, only inclined to chase moving things."
Revealing the weakness of the Six-winged Golden Cicada, the red-robed youth slowly shook the King Wen Drum in his hand, ancient and vast, packed with a magnificent and far-reaching aura of drum beats, from which figures exuding historical resonance began walking out of the river of time.
With a wave, they released the Six-winged Golden Cicada, while the sword-wielding woman stood holding her sword, her piercingly cold gaze slowly fixing on Qi Xiu.
