Chapter 164 Sitting in Yellow Dragon Square

Years pass like a shuttle; in the blink of an eye, two hurried years had gone by.

This year, Ning Daoran was one hundred and twenty years old.

Qiongbi Peak, Spiritual Field Courtyard number 77, Insect Room.

Accompanied by the sound of Fire Devouring Ants gnawing on Spirit Grass, a dense swarm of Fire Devouring Ants slowly vibrated their wings, their bodies flickering with light and shadow like a cluster of fireflies.

"Not too bad."

Ning Daoran looked at a pile of Fire Devouring Ants with severed legs on the ground and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

After a massive breeding and mutual slaughter, the new batch of slightly advanced Fire Devouring Ants had reached two thousand in number.

Such a quantity was quite remarkable.

If he were to command this group of Fire Devouring Ants to launch an attack, an average Golden Core cultivator would find it exceedingly difficult to cope.

Moreover, Spiritual insects were but one of Ning Daoran's means.