Just as Nan Yan, Sect Master of the Asura Sect, finished preparing his defenses, a flash of dark light appeared in the distance. With a sudden sound of something tearing through the air, a black streak merely flickered before arriving in front of him.
"Bang!" A deafening crash exploded on the spot.
The enormous ring surrounding Nan Yan was wrapped in blazing flames. When the black streak collided with it, the flames immediately erupted with a sizzling sound, but in an instant, they were drowned out by a succession of booming crashes.
Under the black spear's forceful impact, the enormous ring shook violently.
The black flying ants, each the size of an infant's fist, immediately tumbled from the air toward the ground. Some were swept up by the flames and vanished with a sharp sizzle.
In merely an instant, no fewer than several hundred black flying ants had fallen on the spot.
But just as Nan Yan relaxed slightly, he suddenly saw the black spear begin to crack apart from its tip. In the blink of an eye, individual black flying ants, each the size of an infant's fist, suddenly emerged.
The wings of those black ants appeared as thin as cicada wings, yet were incomparably sharp. As they fluttered, streaks of black wind blades flashed out, forming a shield of wind blades around them. Faced with that wind shield, the flames atop the ring could no longer accomplish anything.
Those tiny bodies actually contained a powerful soul pressure no weaker than that of a Ghost Marshal cultivator.
When tens of thousands of flying ants gathered together, the soul pressure they revealed was enough to make even a Great Cultivator's heart tremble.
The black flying ants suddenly scattered, then pounced toward the enormous ring. As they opened their mouths, streams