"Why don't you let them inhale for a while?"
Mo Yunhan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't hesitate for long. "Alright, you break the formation."
The two landed on the ground. Mo Yunhan shielded Jiang Qingwan behind him, then drew his dagger and slashed his palm again, widening the wound.
Then it was raised high.
The fire worms swarmed over like madmen.
The man in the Taoist robe laughed loudly.
"Fool, do you think that little bit of blood is enough? Their reproduction is faster than you think. Once it enters your body, you'll be drained of your life force in less than half an incense stick's time. Even if that little woman breaks my feng shui formation, so what? She doesn't know martial arts, does she? Where can she escape to?"
A piercing pain shot through my palm, and an extremely cold light instantly seeped into it, rendering my entire limbs immobile.
Mo Yunhan couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
He could really feel the insects burrowing into his wound.
He turned to look at Jiang Qingwan, "Hurry up, I need to take you back within half an incense stick's time."
Jiang Qingwan also heard what was just said.
She was drawing talismans in the air with her remaining spiritual energy when she heard this, and without turning her head, she smiled lightly.
"Aren't you afraid of dying? If the fire worms suck your blood and flesh dry, you'll become a rotten sack of skin and bones, ugly and smelly."
Mo Yunhan frowned.
"My wife, I'll risk my life to save you again, but it will break my heart."
The word "wife" almost made Jiang Qingwan draw the talisman wrong, and she bit her lip angrily.
"It's better to suck it dry, then I won't be sad."
Just as the Taoist-robed man was feeling smug, he suddenly noticed that the swarm of corpse fire worms that had been surrounding Mo Yunhan's palm had all fallen to the ground with a rustling sound.
Mo Yunhan, whose blood should have been drained, still had bright red wounds on his palms, showing no signs of yellowing or drying.
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