Boom!
A muffled sound erupted, and several cracks suddenly appeared in the ground beneath Wang Mang's feet.
A tyrannical spiritual will projection instantly enveloped an area of several miles.
The invisible breath created a void in the clouds above.
From a distance, it looked as if half the sky had been torn apart.
The emergence of the tyrannical spiritual will projection made the swarm of insects around Wang Mang come to a sudden halt, and then a large number of them began to faint en masse.
After just a few moments, all the giant insects around Wang Mang lay strewn across the ground, motionless.
Seeing this, the corners of Wang Mang's mouth couldn't help but lift slightly.
He patted Abyss Bai Yang on the shoulder and said with an indifferent smile, "Go on, harvest these insects."
Upon hearing this, Abyss Bai Yang, who was still in shock, trembled all over.