Several groups of humans and demons had gathered together, discussing some of the recent events. Among these powerful figures were a few more ghost cultivators and members of the Ghost Race, their bodies wreathed in eerie ghostly energy. Lu Xiaotian also spotted several groups of injured people. Some had their brows furrowed tight, their faces full of resentment; others looked relieved to have survived the calamity.
With so many passersby, business at this Abyss Hall was naturally much better than usual.
"Damn, you have no idea. Those fire-poison ant swarms have really gotten themselves into trouble this time. Emperor Bear Dongyi is furious and has already sent his generals to attack the ant colony. I hear he might even emerge from seclusion ahead of schedule and come to Blind Ant Mountain."
"They say strange events foretell something uncanny. Do you know why Emperor Bear Dongyi is making such a fuss? As it happens, his two-thousandth birthday is coming up. The Fire Kui Palace prepared a lavish gift, and its palace master brought two elders along to deliver it in person. But when they passed through Sinking Ant Ridge, they ran into a sudden outbreak of ants. The mountains were crawling with poison-fire ants and poison-fire flying ants. I hear there were even traces of fire-shadow ghost ants among them. The Fire Kui Palace master and two Divine Void Realm elders, with their band of shrimp and crab soldiers, couldn't make the slightest splash amid that swarm."
The one speaking with his tusks bared and spittle flying was none other than Pig Seven, the wild boar demon Lu Xiaotian had taught a lesson to a few days ago. There wasn't a trace of his earlier injuries left. The fellow wasn't just thick-skinned; he also healed remarkably well. His enormous black pig's