Returning to the Immortal Abode, Commanding the Insect Race

The anomaly in the void came with extreme suddenness.

Not even the Golden-Backed Mantis King of the insect race, nor the two Body Integration Stage Great Experts of the Demon and Devil Races—Old Demon Sikong and Demon Commander Ao Yu—were spared.

All of them were swept up by that terrifying black rift and dragged into the insect hole.

The weaker cultivators of the two races at the scene had their bodies directly collapse and perish on the spot. Before they could even cry out, they turned into clouds of blood mist.

Those nearby insects were likewise torn to pieces by the void turbulence.

Inside the insect hole.

After a spell of dizzying upheaval, Qin Ming and Gu Chang'an barely managed to steady themselves.

The next moment.

An incomparably overwhelming force of space pressed down upon them both.

It was no less terrifying than the space storm from last time.

Under such dreadful turbulence.

Without a powerful protective spirit treasure or an exceptionally strong physical body.

Even with their Refining Void Stage cultivation, death and the dissipation of their Dao would be their only fate.

At that moment.

Gu Chang'an rode his Sixth Order Mystic Turtle. A hazy yellow, turtle-shell-shaped transparent barrier spread from its back, enveloping both men.

As that spiritual-light barrier formed from the Black Tortoise True Spirit Bloodline appeared.

Qin Ming immediately felt the terrifying spatial pressure outside vanish.

He then steadied himself as well. The surroundings were utterly horrifying, like a meat grinder that pulverized everything swept inside it into nothingness.

No one knew where this insect hole ultimately led. The passage within, once stable, had become utterly chaotic.

Watching the passage streak backward as though time itself were flowing away, Qin Ming could not gauge the situation at all.

After they had been sucked into the