The poison in the infected kept climbing along their spiritual meridians. Once demonic energy entered their bodies, it caused their flesh to dissolve, as if they had been struck by a Disintegration spell. If an arm was pricked, the entire hand would begin to decompose. Even Ascension cultivators could constantly repair their bodies, but circulating spiritual energy through the entire body was instinctive. Some Ascension cultivators failed to realize how terrifying the virus was, and their whole bodies collapsed in an instant!
Those who realized they had been invaded by demonic energy could still cut away the rotten flesh and sever the poison's spread. But anyone able to do that had simply been lucky. If they were unlucky enough to be pricked in a vital spot, such as the qi sea or the head, it was no different from committing suicide.
Moreover, there were so many of these insects that it was hard to imagine, and they could get in through any crack. Fortunately, all the immortals here were Ascension cultivators. Leaving strength aside, which one of them wasn't fast on their feet? The most important thing in cultivation was preserving one's life, so no one dragged their feet when fleeing for their lives. Before long, our group of immortals had escaped the insects' range of pursuit.
But before we could even count our numbers, the sound of bells ahead began ringing again. Without a doubt, the Divine Concealers were still continuously directing the insects to pursue us. They clearly had the home-field advantage. Even though there were only two Divine Concealers, they were exceptionally difficult to deal with.
Of course, they seemed to be pursuing Uncle Tu as well, following the markers Red Lady had left behind. However, those markers were easy to lose if we were even slightly