The Nine Provinces Army's advance met with little resistance, thanks to the overall high caliber of Nine Provinces cultivators.
They were all True Lake Realm cultivators. Having cultivated to this level, who among them had not fought their way through blood and slaughter? The environment of the Nine Provinces had never been peaceful. From the Spirit Stream Realm onward, cultivators had to enter the Spirit Stream Battlefield and contend against hostile factions.
The same remained true in the Cloud River Realm. Later, after joining the Province Guard, they fought others, fought Heaven, fought themselves, and only after enduring countless perils could they achieve what they had today.
It could be said that every one of them possessed abundant combat experience. Moreover, the Bug Disaster had lasted several years already. Everyone basically knew what kinds of attacks each type of Insect Race could unleash, so dealing with them now naturally posed no difficulty.
Yet casualties still inevitably occurred. That was unavoidable.
Whether through reckless audacity, greed for merit and rash advances, or inadequate support from nearby Divine Sea Realm cultivators, there were always one reason or another for death to descend without warning.
But compared to the overall scale of the Nine Provinces Army, such casualties amounted to little.
Across the outskirts of the Great Insect Mystic Realm, insect corpses lay strewn almost everywhere. The distinctive color of Insect Blood had dyed the earth into a dazzling, emerald green.
After completing another round of support, Lu Ye raised his head and looked into the distance. There, a huge and ferocious figure stood upon the earth, fully thirty zhang tall.
A Giant Bug was an existence even stronger than a Big Bug. No one knew exactly how strong they were, because no one had come into contact with them until now. Yet