Planet Under Lockdown

Through the Heavenly Treasures on this planet, Lian Yue learned that many more cultivators of tremendous strength had arrived. From the fact that these cultivators showed no signs of poisoning, Hu Yao and the others had already guessed that they were very likely the ones pulling strings from behind the scenes. After roughly estimating their cultivation levels, Hu Yao and Niu Meng were both shocked. This is going to be trouble.

Throughout the Cultivation World, a cultivator in the Body Integration Realm could already dominate a region. With that kind of strength, one could found a sect—though, of course, it would only be a second-rate or even third-rate sect. But Mahayana Stage cultivators were undoubtedly experts. Even major powers like Ten Thousand Swords Cliff would never casually offend one.

As cultivators advanced, the gap between each minor level became as vast as heaven and earth. Mahayana experts could easily kill more than a dozen cultivators at Great Perfection Integrated Body. In their eyes, cultivators below the Mahayana Stage were no more than ants.

Now that Hu Yao and Niu Meng had heard that at least a dozen Mahayana Stage cultivators had come to this planet, a sense of helplessness washed over them. They figured these people had already resolved to deal with the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent so many experts.

"Alas, I'm afraid the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race is doomed this time." Niu Meng sighed, a flash of anger crossing his eyes. "Damn it, these people must have acted behind my grandpa's and Grandma Ji's backs."

"Yeah, they must know that my mother and Uncle Niu are in seclusion and won't emerge for a while. How despicable!" Hu Yao fumed as well. A glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes. "All we can do now