The disturbance just now had actually been caused by the Insect Race—and three Sunlights at that!
Their physical traits were far too obvious. Each of them was covered in carapace, and even the middle-aged man who had previously looked no different from a Human Race cultivator now displayed unmistakable Insect Race features.
Other than the three Insect Race Sunlights, not a single living creature could be seen on Jade Sword Island.
Corpses littered the entire Spirit Island, yet strangely, every one of them was deathly pale, as though all their blood had been drained away.
Lu Ye finally understood what had happened earlier. The commotion had been caused by these three Insect Race Sunlights attacking Jade Sword Island.
Jade Sword Island was merely a medium-sized Spirit Island. Even with a Protective Grand Array, how could it withstand the assault of three Sunlights? That was why it had fallen in such a short time, with every cultivator slaughtered to the last.
At this moment, two incredibly aged Insect Race Sunlights stood facing one another. Both wore agonized, twisted expressions, as though enduring immense torment. Between them sat something resembling a clay jar, ancient and unadorned, an artifact of some unknown era.
What sent a chill through Lu Ye was that blood-colored tendrils had grown from the surface of the clay jar, piercing through the bodies of the two Insect Race Sunlights. He could clearly sense a terrifying devouring force emanating from within the jar, swallowing every scrap of the two Sunlights' foundations.
Though submerged in boundless agony, they did not struggle or resist.
He had no idea what they were doing, but Lu Ye could not simply stand by. Three Insect Race Sunlights had suddenly appeared here and committed such savage acts; there had to be some sinister plot behind it.