Just as Xu Yi was lost in thought, the thirty thousand armored soldiers moved. Spiritual energy surged from each of them, entwining and layering together, instantly forming a mighty wall of spiritual energy that surrounded the Mysterious Jade Wheel and shielded it at the center.
The sea of insects surged in again, only to be firmly held back beyond the thick wall of spiritual energy. From the soldiers' movements, Xu Yi saw what was going on. Though they were alive, they had no intelligence; they had been refined through a secret art.
"The Saint Clan truly lives up to its name."
Xu Yi sneered inwardly. The faint goodwill he had just begun to feel toward the Saint Clan vanished without a trace.
"Everyone, pay no heed to what's happening outside. The pressing matter is to find a way to kill the Golden Insect King. We already agreed that we must attack at close range. As for how to get close, we still need to plan carefully. If anyone has a good idea, speak up at once."
The Holy Lord's deep voice drew everyone's attention back.
Sect Leader Du of the Taiqing Upper Sect said, "When it comes to close-range attacks, the first key is getting close. How can we approach the Golden Insect King? That is our most pressing concern. Think about it: with layer upon layer of insect mountains and seas between us, even our long-range attacks can't reach the Golden Insect King. How can we send someone up close? It seems like a dead end."
"I don't think so!"
A clear voice rang out, and someone stepped from the crowd. It was the Third Holy Son.
"My son, what plan do you have? Speak quickly. We cannot delay and waste time."
The Holy Lord was delighted. He had