Fang Yingying’s miserable death plunged the other Heavenly Witchcraft Sect disciples into a deep panic.

Luo Hui and his golden spider were barely keeping themselves alive in the frosty mist that the Frost Blood Python used to sweep across heaven and earth.

When he noticed that the seemingly unimpressive Mu Biqiong had killed Fang Yingying with some black root that had grown out of her palm, he also gasped with shock and fear.

In his eyes, Nie Tian and the girls had suddenly become one more deadly than another.

Mu Biqiong stepped over to Fang Yingying’s cold body and took off a suit of spiritual armor from her severed upper body. “This suit of spiritual armor seems pretty good.”

The spiritual armor was as light as silk, and exuded a silver aura.

Clearly, it had been forged from Silicon Silver, which meant its defensive performance must be good too.

Unfortunately, this suit of spiritual armor could only protect Fang Yingying’s upper body, when she had been snapped by the black demonic flower’s root from around her waist, which the spiritual armor didn’t cover.

After looting the suit of spiritual armor, Mu Biqiong stood and observed with her hands wrung.

After hearing the mother beetle’s sharp screeches, the Silver...