In the wilderness ten li outside the camp lay a valley with flat terrain. At its center was a massive pit, its opening spanning a full ten zhang across. It plunged straight down, its depths unknown. Anyone standing at its edge could hear the howl of wind rising from within.
The Spirit Stream Battlefield was a wondrous place. It held many unknown encounters and opportunities, as well as dangers beyond ordinary imagination.
At that moment, Lu Ye rode Amber and stood on a high point beside the valley, looking down. As far as his eyes could see, centered around that pit, all manner of insects crawled across the valley. There were spiders, mantises, locusts—exactly like those he had seen in the Mirage Realm, only much smaller.
The bodies of these strange insects were all covered in a black layer that gave them an exceptionally solid appearance. An intensely unpleasant aura also wafted from them. It was not simply demon qi, but seemed like an aura bent on destroying all things.
At that moment, dense chewing sounds came from the valley. The once lush, flower-scented, bird-filled valley had withered into ruin. Wherever the insects passed, not a blade of grass remained. Even the surface soil had been scraped away. By conservative estimate, no fewer than ten thousand insects had gathered here, and more continued crawling out of the pit. As time passed, their numbers would only grow.
"It really is a Bug Tide!"
Beside Lu Ye, Chen Yu also rode a monster beast—his Spirit Beast. It resembled a leopard, but standing beside Amber, it had lost all its former majesty. Its head hung low, and it behaved with complete obedience.
The pillar of lightning that had descended from the sky last night had been plainly visible even from the Crimson Blood