ones constantly rained from the sky, and some low-level demonic insects couldn't resist the immense temptation. They disregarded life and death, driven purely by instinct, crawling towards the bones....towards them. Within that smoke, a figure clad entirely in black approached swiftly. The person's aura was weak and fading, like a candle flame flickering in the wind. Xiang Qingcheng's eyelids twitch...