Not Weak

Three Sects City.

Thousand-Li Grand Formation's core.

Shi Kefa, dressed in a long blue linen robe, sat cross-legged at the center of the formation core, his eyes closed.

Whoosh!

A gray streak shot in from the horizon and crashed heavily onto the edge of the plaza.

Airwaves roiled. Nie Xingkong appeared, his face livid and his chest heaving violently.

He was the fastest, and this trip had been specifically to scout the insect swarm's movements.

"They're here."

"The Insect Ancestors are here. They're leading their main force straight toward Three Sects City."

The several Spirit Fusion Realm ancestors sitting cross-legged around the plaza instantly erupted into commotion.

"So soon?!"

"The Shu Lands aren't close to here. Have those beasts gone mad?"

"Five Martial Saint-level Insect Ancestors... Can this formation hold them?"

Someone's voice trembled.

Leaning against a stone pillar, Nie Xingkong caught his breath and coldly swept his gaze over the crowd.

"What are you panicking for?"

He raised his chin toward Shi Kefa at the center of the formation core.

"With Senior Shi personally presiding over it, this Thousand-Li Grand Formation is a supreme treasure bestowed by the Nine Provinces Council. Forget five—even ten Martial Saint-level Insect Ancestors won't be able to break it."

Following his gaze, everyone looked at the old Martial Saint's mountain-steady back, and their hearts settled somewhat.

That was right. The formation could not be broken.

Those inside it were safe.

But Nie Xingkong turned to look at the faint golden light barrier outside the formation, and his eyes darkened.

"It's just that..."

"Those people outside are beyond saving."

Inside the hall, the ancestors looked at one another, then lowered their heads and let out long sighs.

Outside the formation.

The sky suddenly darkened.

On the distant horizon, a black tsunami rose, connecting heaven and