Ever since cultivators from two different realms had entered the Insect Nest's core, the Insect Race's shrieks had never ceased. Beneath Lu Ye's dancing saber, an Insect Race Guard died almost every few breaths.
In Yu Yaorao's eyes, his actions perfectly matched the world's definition of a Weapon Cultivator: in battle, they cared about nothing else—just charge in and be done with it.
But in truth, rather than being full of reckless brute force, Lu Ye's fighting style was intensely aggressive. It was a habit he had developed back when he had been weak.
When facing an enemy, especially one of comparable cultivation, the first thing to do was overwhelm them in aura. If he could not even suppress them in aura, then how was he supposed to kill them?
What was more, though his actions appeared reckless, he never truly placed himself in danger.
There were many Guards within this Insect Nest's core. This was likely related to what had happened throughout the ages. After all, Lu Ye and Yu Yaorao were not the only ones who had ever come to the Fairy Tree Realm.
Every hundred years, the Cycle Tree's Clone entered a new cycle, and prodigies from the major realms of the starry sky gathered here. Many times, prodigies from different realms would be sent by the Cycle Tree into different Tree Realms to undergo such trials.
The Fairy Tree Realm was almost never passed over, because the Insect Race had never ceased plotting against the Fairy Race!
In other words, even if Lu Ye and Yu Yaorao helped the fairies resolve the Tree Realm's problem this time, before long, another batch of Insect Race would return like a resurgence of spring winds, build a new Insect Nest here, and continue their invasion of the Fairy Tree