The Insect Race Guards' assault had clearly grown far more frenzied. They swarmed in from every direction, only to be held back and cut down one by one by the many Tier Nine cultivators.
For every Insect Race Guard that died, a new Guard was hatched and swiftly thrown into the battle. The attacks came in an unbroken tide, never-ending and inexhaustible.
In only a short while, several people had been wounded.
The situation suddenly became rather grim.
Originally, although these Tier Nine cultivators mostly fought on their own, they were mobile and nimble. If they could win, they fought; if they could not, they ran. Thus, dealing with the varying numbers of Insect Race Guards had not been particularly difficult. The pressure they endured had mainly come from the Insect Mother's soul attacks.
But things were different now. Lu Ye was going to employ a method that even the Insect Mother feared, so they had to protect him. What had been a mobile battle had effectively become a positional battle.
The Insect Race Guards were all fearless of death, so it was inevitable that the Tier Nine cultivators began to feel the pressure. Fortunately, every one of them was an old and seasoned cultivator, and they quickly formed a meticulous coordination. Still, this state of affairs clearly could not last.
Lu Ye keenly noticed this. He hurriedly took something from his Storage Space and gave it a shake. It immediately shattered apart.
A vast mist spread with the surge of Spiritual Power, enveloping all the Tier Nine cultivators around him.
Someone took a deep breath and was instantly invigorated. The soul weariness caused by the Insect Mother's repeated attacks vanished completely, and his face glowed with renewed vigor.
"Soul Cleansing Water!" They all recognized fine goods. Someone soon realized