A wasteland strewn with bleached bones and the wreckage of flying vessels.
Within a canyon blasted out by a powerful expert's spell, Feng Ying and Yu concealed their auras and hid cautiously in a crack between the rocks. Outside, amid roaring noise, a dark mass of flying locusts swept toward some distant direction. They waited from morning until noon, yet the mutated locust swarm still blotted out the sky and covered the earth.
A flying locust accidentally entered the rock crevice, its wings rattling as it flew about wildly.
Feng Ying reached out and caught the mutated locust. These things were only threatening in swarms; a lone locust could be crushed to death without any effort.
She gripped the locust's wings with her other hand and tugged gently, separating the thin wings from its body.
A trace of gray Filth Qi stained her fingers. She circulated immortal power and gave a slight shake, dispersing the Filth Qi.
Yu looked at the locust and shook her head.
"Calamity aura. Ordinary cultivators and little demons alike must keep three paces away from it, unless some great power intervenes to stop the locusts' rampage."
After speaking, she seemed to think of something amusing. She curled her lip, her face full of mockery.
"Heh. Those great powers are racking their brains and stabbing each other in the back over resources and authority. How could they possibly waste time exterminating locusts?"
After living rough for so many years, the two had come to understand many things.
Those lofty beings could not see the weak creatures beneath them. Of course, with neither kinship nor friendship between them, and no profit to spur them on, there was no reason for great powers to waste their energy protecting the weak. Even humans would not always treat one another