A palm-sized fragment shot straight into Bei Yun's body.
The shell of this enormous insect was so hard that even bullets needed three shots to shatter it. Its toughness was unimaginable. The sharp edge of the fragment tore through Bei Yun's clothes, which were woven with special grass designed to resist poison and provide some defensive capability.
But before the insect's rigid shell, the fabric only managed a brief resistance before being sliced apart.
The pointed shard pierced into Bei Yun's body.
In an instant, excruciating pain radiated from the wound throughout his body, accompanied by venom that caused his face to pale immediately and then turn an alarming shade of bluish-black.
"Bei Yun!" Seeing this, Tong Sanlang's heart trembled as he rushed to Bei Yun's side in an instant. He quickly sealed the acupoints on Bei Yun's body with his fastest technique, attempting to halt the flow of Poisoned Blood.
