"BZZ... BZZ..."
In the Ten Thousand Insects Hall, Chu Sheng let out a series of weak buzzes, his sounds growing fainter and softer.
He struggled for three breaths.
Five breaths.
Ten breaths.
Finally.
His body completely lost its strength. His wings drooped limply, and his six legs splayed out weakly.
He could no longer maintain his Primitive Form—the body of that ordinary little black mosquito began to change.
Its black color faded, replaced by dark golden specks of light, a slender body, and wings as thin as a cicada's.
The form of the Primordial Saint Mosquito.
This was his true form after evolving, but now, he was forced to reveal it.
Yet even after it appeared, he remained motionless.
He hung suspended in mid-air, frozen for an instant.
Then—
He plummeted straight down.
THUD.
He crashed to the ground.
Motionless.
His aura vanished.
At the same time,
the Wangu Mingjia Chi slowly descended, landing beside Chu Sheng's corpse.
