"Called us over, then just had us stay here all this time?"
Somewhere, a man with an uncoordinated body spoke. Something pulsed beneath his skin, like insects crawling within.
Six people stood beside him, their bodies likewise containing something.
They were of the Red Insect Clan. All seven were his puppets.
One was in the Taiyi realm, while the remaining six were Ten-Flame Celestials. Parts of their bodies had been corrupted, so they were likely independent cultivators who had entered ahead of them.
"Of course not."
The young lord turned back with a smile. "Still, those corrupted cultivators are connected to us in some small way. Killing them so freely might make things hard to explain once we get out."
"You care?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"You've practically bled them dry. That's what you call caring?"
"They sacrificed themselves for the greater good. I asked them beforehand, too. There was a way to make the great sects suffer losses, but it required some help from them. They agreed, and even volunteered eagerly, practically itching to take part."
"Heh!"
"Enough. We've sat still for so many days—what are you plotting?"
"Waiting for them to split up, naturally. Six of the Eight Great Sects have joined forces. They're far too hard to bite into as they are."
The Red Insect Clan frowned slightly. "They'd dare split up?"
The young lord smiled. "Why wouldn't they? These are great sects, not the sort of powers found in the upper, middle, and lower domains. They lack neither manpower nor treasures. Given enough time, they could even take down a Daluo cultivator, let alone a few Taiyi and Celestial Immortals."
"So this was your aim?" The Red Insect Clan paused in surprise.
The young lord said nothing. They were merely a handful of elites. Though several were