Several cultivators fleeing for their lives all possessed True Lake Realm strength. The Spiritual Power fluctuations rolling off their leader had reached the level of Tier Six True Lake.
It was a four-man squad, and their strength was quite respectable.
Yet they had still been driven into a desperate corner, because the Insect Race pursuing them was astonishingly a Divine Sea Realm one.
The four had come out to hunt Insect Race creatures. Nowadays, such squads could be found everywhere across the Nine Provinces. Everything had gone smoothly at first, so they had rashly ventured deeper. Who could have expected them to encounter an opponent they simply could not match?
One of the four was now badly wounded, cradled in a companion's arms and covered in blood.
The other two each used their own methods to fend off the Insect Race's attacks. One was a Spell Cultivator, and the spells he cast possessed considerable power. The other was likely a Ghost Cultivator, whose role in such a situation was extremely limited.
The Ghost Cultivator faction excelled at infiltration and sneak attacks, but when forced into a frontal battle, their strength would inevitably be greatly diminished. Their creed was to strike once and, if they failed, flee a thousand miles away.
In the current situation, if the Ghost Cultivator abandoned his companions and fled, he still had a chance to survive. He was the fastest among them. He did not need to outrun that Divine Sea Realm Insect Race—he only needed to outrun his three companions.
But he clearly had no intention of fleeing alone. Cooperating with the Spell Cultivator, he struggled to hold the enemy back.
This was originally the sort of thing a Body Cultivator should have handled. There had been one in the squad, but he had already