About fifty miles north of the Crimson Blood Sect camp lay a valley. At its center was a massive pit—a Bug Cave.
Just like the situation at the Crimson Blood Sect, not a blade of grass remained in this valley. Even the ground had been scraped away several layers deep. Dried Insect Blood stained the valley everywhere in a turquoise green, along with uncollected severed limbs and chunks of flesh.
On a nearby mountain peak, several hundred Crimson Blood Sect cultivators lay quietly in ambush, each of them anxious and tense.
Half a day ago, they had still been happily and leisurely farming Merit in the Insect Nest when Hua Ci suddenly brought them here. Lu Ye arrived soon afterward. Clearly, something was about to happen.
The cultivators vaguely understood what their Garrison Envoy and Deputy Envoy intended, and it would have been a lie to say they were not nervous. Before this, the only large-scale operation they had taken part in was the Bug Tide they had just dealt with.
Fortunately, they had gained some experience working together in squads. They had weathered the Bug Tide—what was there to fear from this?
The mountain wind swept past, and the cultivators remained silent.
Lu Ye secretly observed the valley for a moment, frowning deeply. "Why haven't they come out yet?"
Before he left, Heavenly Fiend Hall had clearly been unable to hold on. By rights, they should have emerged long ago—unless they had stabilized their formation again.
If that was the case, then they could only take the initiative. While the Heavenly Fiend Hall cultivators were locked in fierce battle with the Insect Race, they could give them an enthusiastic stab in the back, slaughter the Heavenly Fiend Hall cultivators underground, and deal with their Bug Tide while they were