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"What the heck?"

At first, the group of people was deathly silent, but then they exploded with shouts of shock one after another, never stopping.

"Did he cultivate in some exceptional mystical ability to allow his spiritual energy to penetrate into the Gold Armored Saber Mantis and have it hibernate within the mantis's blood only to have it explode during its final moment?"

Lu Tieshan forehead seeped with sweat.

The Devil Fist Sect had several similar mystical abilities, but these were high level techniques that only powerful cultivators at the Building Foundation Stage or higher could use.

How could Li Yao do such a thing by himself?

Zhao Tianchong stared dead-fixed at the remote control in Li Yao's hand and shook his head:

"It's not an ability. There are bombs!"

Lu Tieshan cried out: