"Senior Brother He, what do we do?" asked a Tier Six Cultivator covered head to toe in Insect Blood.
"Should we send word to Senior Brother Cheng and have him bring people to reinforce us?" someone suggested.
Unlike the Crimson Blood Sect, which had sent out everyone to deal with the Bug Tide, other sects generally kept disciples behind to guard their camp. The camp was a sect's foundation, so they could not afford to let down their guard at any time.
Take Heavenly Fiend Hall. Around five hundred cultivators had been dispatched this time, while over a hundred remained at the camp. Among them was Cheng Bo, the camp's Deputy Garrison Envoy. He was also a Tier Seven Cultivator, though he had only advanced recently.
The Heavenly Fiend Hall cultivators were in dire straits. The Bug Tide was surging toward them, while Vast Sky Alliance cultivators lay in ambush at the Insect Cave exit. They were trapped between advancing and retreating. If they wanted to escape alive, the best option was to have Cheng Bo bring people to reinforce them.
"There's no time." He Meng shook his head. Though the camp was only ten li away, Cheng Bo would still need time to gather his men. By the time they arrived, the daylilies would have gone cold.
"Follow me and kill our way out!" A fierce glint flashed through He Meng's eyes. He did not know which faction these people belonged to, acting with such reckless abandon, but he was a Tier Seven Cultivator who had survived several brushes with death. The predicament before him did not frighten him. He knew that if they wanted to live, they had to kill their way out. Staying here meant waiting to die. This Bug Tide had developed beyond all expectations; for