It was a Bug that looked like a pangolin. It hid within the vast Bug Tide and charged along with the swarm as it surged forward. Before it appeared, not a single person had noticed its existence.
Only when it abruptly emerged and revealed its powerful aura did it enter the sight of the many cultivators.
In an instant, from every direction, dazzling, multicolored spells greeted it.
Rumbling thunderous booms echoed along with extremely chaotic fluctuations of Spiritual Power. It was as if a gigantic firework had been ignited in the sky, a magnificent sight.
"It's not dead!" someone roared.
Under divine-sense perception, after the Pangolin Bug had endured so many spell attacks, there was actually no sign that its aura had weakened in the slightest.
That felt utterly inconceivable.
One had to know that more than a dozen Divine Sea Realm Spell Cultivators had attacked together just now. Even if the opponent had been a Human Race Tier Nine, they should not have come away completely unscathed.
Yet this Pangolin Bug had done exactly that.
Even more spells struck toward that side.
Amid the chaos, a shadow charged out from the vortex of spells. It was that very Pangolin Bug. At this moment, it had curled its entire body into a ball and was spinning rapidly like a top, rushing over at astonishing speed.
Because its body was not large, its movements were extremely agile. As it spun, it was actually able to avoid most of the spell attacks, and the occasional ones that landed on it could not stop it in the least.
What shocked everyone was that after this Pangolin Bug, even more Pangolin Bugs appeared. Each and every one curled themselves into balls and came spinning over with a whirling rush.
The cultivators soon discovered where