Song Wen sneered.
"You wish to use the city's advantageous terrain to make a last stand—that is your business. Why make things difficult for the Divine Blood Sect disciples in Twin Phoenix City and forbid them from leaving?"
Faced with Song Wen's questioning, the four Mahayana cultivators' bodies trembled violently, fear flashing in their eyes.
"Sect Master Extreme Yin, we are outsiders after all. Our understanding of Twin Phoenix City's protective grand formation is far inferior to Elder Zhu Gao's. Moreover, although Elder Zhu Gao's cultivation is not high, he has managed Twin Phoenix City for many years and commands great prestige. That is why we dared to... ask Elder Zhu Gao and the others to remain..."
As the middle-aged male cultivator replied, he cautiously darted glances at Song Wen, as though afraid that a single displeased word from Song Wen would see all four of them slain on the spot.
"A pack of fools who know neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth." Song Wen snorted coldly. "You kept Zhu Gao behind for no more than to borrow his prestige and stabilize the cultivators in the city, lest unrest and mutiny break out. But with only the four of you, you think you can stop the Void Beetle Race? A fool's dream."
The middle-aged male cultivator seemed to suddenly realize something. Horror flashed through his eyes as he hurriedly asked.
"Sect Master Extreme Yin, have you already fought the insect race?"
"Of course," Song Wen said.
"Then how did it turn out? Just how strong is the insect race?" the middle-aged male cultivator pressed.
Song Wen stared coldly at him.
"What do you think?"
The middle-aged male cultivator's face immediately turned several shades paler.
They knew little about the Void Beetle Race and could not judge