There were savage cries from the Devouring Space Ghost Ants in every direction. Buddhist monks chanted the Buddha's name as they fought the swarms before them. At first, only a few ants poured in, and the monks wiped them out several times. But after each purge, even more Devouring Space Ghost Ants surged inside. Having annihilated countless Buddhist branch temples, the swarm before them had grown far beyond what it once was—and had developed considerable resistance to Buddhist techniques.
The slaughter between the two sides was more brutal than at any other battlefield. The Buddhist monks of the Body Integration Realm and below had originally gained the upper hand in their battle with the Mixed Moon Desert, but the ghost ant swarm had struck at their lifeline, severing the connection between the front lines and the sect itself. The fighting at the front was now in dire straits as well.
Without a Mahayana Realm monk to stop them, no branch temple could withstand the surging swarm led by the Ghost Ant King.
By now, the Buddhist monks had retreated to their sect. There was nowhere left to fall back.
As the monks wiped out vast numbers of Devouring Space Ghost Ants, others were increasingly overwhelmed by the surging swarms. The ants crawled all over their bodies, and they fell among the masses, writhing in agony before even their bones were devoured.
"Amitabha. A calamity, a calamity..."
Countless monks murmured with sorrowful faces. Trapped in this desperate situation beneath the rolling flood of ghost ants, they did not break and flee in terror. They faced death without flinching, but in the end, even that could not stop the Ghost Ant King's assault.
"Junior Brother Mingxin, fall back!"
"There is nowhere left to retreat." Xiang Hua shook his head. He made no