Chapter 1755

When Jian Xian saw that pale hand, she immediately knew it belonged to Jiang Yang. With a flick of her sleeve, she swept the Zerg corpses weighing down upon him to one side. Jiang Yang crawled out with some difficulty; he had been heavily injured once again, his face almost completely devoid of color, and the hole previously pierced through his chest was only barely patched up. In his hand, he was still dragging a lesser-than-ten-meter-long flying centipede. The entire body of this centipede was jet-black, and its thousand legs were even thicker and sturdier than those of ordinary flying centipedes—a true embodiment of the principle that the finest essence is condensed into the smallest package. At this moment, however, this short and punchy flying centipede had already become a dead centipede. "Immortal Fairy Jian, the previous explosion was far too sudden. A ring of black halo suddenly appeared around this flying centipede, which had been feigning death and hiding, completely blocking that ferocious, destructive force. It spotted its chance and was about to escape from underground. Sensing something was amiss, I pursued it along the path it carved out.