The initial panic had finally settled.0

Qin Sang murmured, "As expected, Crimson Fire Gilded Gold holds immense allure for them. Good thing I had planned ahead and left myself a way out."0

He was not one to act rashly. Spreading out the larvae of the Blood-Winged Ghost-Headed Wasps over a wide area had been a precaution precisely for situations like this. In case a terrifying spiritual insect was drawn in, he could detonate the larvae as a fallback.0

Compared to chasing off an intruder, the Crimson Fire Gilded Gold was undoubtedly far more important.0

Spiritual insects did not possess high intelligence. They could only make simple decisions like this.0

Every species of spiritual insect had its own temperament. At the time, Qin Sang had been uncertain just how powerful the lure of Crimson Fire Gilded Gold truly was. After all, it only had value when a spiritual insect was on the verge of its next metamorphosis.0

Now, it...0