As time passed, no one felt relieved. Instead, their hearts grew increasingly taut.
The longer it went on, the more everyone sensed that some enormous danger was silently drawing near, leaving them feeling unable to evade it and unsure how to resist it.
Although everything seemed peaceful within their divine senses, no one dared leave Qingshi City.
No one knew what the area around Qingshi City was like at that moment. They might run into demonic insects or a horde of demonic beasts the moment they left the city.
If they truly encountered that army of insects and beasts, stripped of all reason, only one fate awaited them: death.
No matter how many cultivators there were—hundreds or thousands, or even tens of thousands—they absolutely could not withstand being encircled by an insect sea like the one they had seen earlier.
Looking at the world in the distance, devoid of even a single demonic insect, Saint Ancestor Hai Yi slightly furrowed his brows. For a moment, he found it difficult to decide whether to search for Qin Fengming or continue waiting there.
The spread of that insect sea had also filled Saint Ancestor Hai Yi with dread.
At the height of his power, without needing to consider the depletion of his magic power and soul energy, he would still have had some confidence in facing such a vast swarm of demonic insects head-on.
But now, Saint Ancestor Hai Yi no longer possessed that confidence.
While the tens of thousands of cultivators in Qingshi City were trembling with fear, in a vast region hundreds of thousands of li away from the city, that towering insect mountain suddenly stopped moving at high speed.
The insect sea blanketing the land surged, gathering toward the towering insect mountain from all directions. A monstrous demonic mist