The green wind blades flew out over ten zhang through the black moth powder, but their surface aura quickly dimmed and then dispersed entirely.
Qingsong's expression shifted; although he had killed hundreds of black star moths in one strike, it was trivial compared to the thousands and thousands surrounding them.
At this moment, tens of thousands of black star moths had completely surrounded the trio, enclosing them in a dense, heavy cloud of dark moth powder that seemed to block out the entire sky.
While the black star moths themselves appeared weak in direct attack and were unable to breach the defenses of Qing Gu and the others, their scattered powder saturated the space, causing the trio to feel their mystical power slowly draining within.
