Inside the deep and gloomy mine tunnels, a chorus of lamentation and the sounds of brutal fighting mingled together. From time to time, several-foot-long ice scorpions shrouded in mist emerged from the fissures. These ice scorpions possessed terrifying speed and could also soar into the air. Dense as a carpet, their sheer numbers were nothing short of a disaster for the numerous cultivators who had entered to gather immortal crystal veins. Even immortals struggled to protect themselves under this surging tide of scorpions.
In the blink of an eye, over a hundred cultivators and several immortals were swallowed up by this ice scorpion tide, leaving not even a skeleton behind. The fierce counterattacks of the numerous cultivators and a few immortals did inflict a certain amount of casualties on the ice scorpions, but these few casualties only served to further provoke the feral nature of the scorpion tide.
The screams and wails inside the mine tunnels grew harsher and more frequent.
The scorpion tide erupting from the mine tunnels quickly slaughtered all the numerous cultivators and sporadic immortals who had been gathering immortal crystals inside.
Outside the mine tunnels, the Thunder Sound Immortal Sect organized several attempts for manpower to fight their way back in, only to be driven right back by the scorpion tide within.
At this moment, several hundred miles away from the mine tunnels, stood a sizable immortal stockade. Tu Xingyun, who was responsible for presiding over the affairs there, had already received news calling for reinforcements. Tu Xingyun wore a gloomy expression. Ever since his trip to the Zhemu Thunder Pool last time, where he suffered heavy losses without gaining anything of note, his status within the sect had declined somewhat. If he failed to handle this errand properly as well, then even though his cultivation