A vast crimson tide swept in, blanketing the sky and covering the earth. From every direction, every tangible thing the eye could see was gnawed clean.
Even more terrifyingly, even the air had been sucked away until it grew exceedingly thin, creating boundless stretches of vacuum.
What drove them to despair was that this incoming blood tide was merely an insignificant corner split off from the blood clouds in the heavens.
Yet for everyone aboard the ship, it was no different from a cataclysmic disaster.
Lianzi Xiu and Qi Qingdi, both Strong Martial cultivators, had learned much about the Blood Locust calamity over their journey.
A single Blood Locust could be pinched to death with two fingers, but once hundreds of millions or billions of them attacked in swarms, even Late Strong Martial cultivators would have only a dead end.
A natural disaster—the Blood Locust calamity was undoubtedly a disaster on the scale of heaven.
Perhaps only a Grandmaster could emerge unscathed from the ocean formed by the Blood Locusts.
"Why are you still babbling? You need to take Young Master to see Master. I'll..."
Qi Qingdi spun his divine weapon, the short staff. In an instant, tiger roars and dragon chants erupted as waves of sound and surging air swept across heaven and earth. It was as though an enormous invisible millstone had begun to turn, grinding the Blood Locusts caught within into powder.
In the blink of an eye, a space a thousand meters wide had been cleared.
Not a single Blood Locust remained alive within that space. Only countless flecks of powder drifted away with the wind and current.
"Impressive."
Zhou Xin was filled with amazement. This was the might of a full-powered strike from a Strong Martial cultivator.
He had heard that Qi Qingdi was Master's