ts appeared extremely simple, yet not a single blood race member could dodge them.From afar, it resembled a group of mischievous children provoking a towering and imposing adult. No matter how much th..."Master He, what should we do" asked a sixth-tier cultivator covered in insect blood.

"Should we send a message to Senior Brother Chuan, asking him to arrange someone to greet us" someone suggested.

Unlike the Bi Xue Sect who dispatched all their disciples to confront the insect tide, other sects would usually have some disciples left behind to guard their headquarters. The headquarters is the fundamental base of a sect, so it must never be taken lightly, no matter what.

To take the Tiansha Hall as an example, this time around, about 500 cultivators were deployed, with over a hundred people remaining at the garrison. Among them was Cheng Bo, the deputy commander of the garrison, who was also a seventh-layer cultivator. However, he had only recently been promoted.

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Right now, the cultivators of Tianshad Palace are in a dire situation. The insect tide is surging in, and there are also Haotiang Alliance cultivators ambushing at the exit of the wormhole. They are caught between a rock and a hard place, unable to advance or retreat. Their best hope for survival is to have Cheng Bo and his team come to their rescue.

"It's too late." He Meng shook his head. Although the garrison was only ten miles away, it would take some time for Cheng Bo to gather people. By the time they arrived to meet them, it would be all over.

"Let's kill our way out!" He Meng's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He didn't know who these people belonged to, but their actions were so brazen. However, he was at least a seventh-level cultivator and had experienced several life-and-death situations. He wasn't intimidated by the current predicament. He knew that if they wanted a way out, they had to fight their way out. Staying here would only mean waiting for death. This insect tide was unexpectedly fierce, and it became so much more violent for no apparent reason, leading to the downfall of the Heavenly Slaying Hall.

With time running out, He Meng gave an order, commanding his men on either side to hold back the swarm of insects while he retreated. He selected several cultivators at the Sixth Heaven Realm to follow him.

After a dozen breaths, beneath the wormhole, several cultivators at the fifth level crouched with their hands clasped on their knees. One of them barked, "Come!"

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Isn't this sect going to deal with the insect tide on their own territory

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Screams suddenly erupted beside him, and several sixth-level cultivators who rushed out with him hadn't even seen the situation before they tumbled downwards like dumplings.

Only He Meng, relying on his cultivation of seven layers and a spear in hand, blocked several attacks. However, right after that, a fiery red light pierced through his body, bringing out a burst of hot blood.

He suddenly plummeted downwards, but a fire dragon pursued him relentlessly.

Near the wormhole, Lu Ye was somewhat surprised: "These guys are quite playful."

He vaguely understood how these people had gotten up here, and he also knew what they originally intended to do. It's a pity that the enemy obviously underestimated the number and strength of their own side, which led to them rushing up and disappearing without a trace after just showing their faces.

Below the wormhole, the few five-tiered cultivators who had sent He Meng and others up watched their fellow disciples leave quickly and return just as fast. Returning with them was a burning fire dragon. A clattering sound arose, one by one, bodies fell to the ground, engulfed in flames and emitting a burnt smell.

Even the Tiansha Hall cultivators who were frantically climbing upwards using ropes were disoriented by the flames, screaming as they tumbled down.

"Brother He!" someone shouted, rushing to He Meng's side and extinguishing the flames on him.

He Meng was already panting heavily, he had been injured by Lu Ye's weapon and also eaten a Fire Dragon Technique. It was fortunate that he hadn't died.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of that fifth-layer cultivator, gritting his teeth: "It's the Bixue Sect!"

In that instant when the previous one fell, he saw a white tiger, and beside the white tiger was a young man. Now, he understood who was attacking him.

After saying that, He Meng's head went limp, and he lost his breath.

The five-layered cultivators beside him had tears in their eyes, but there was no time for sorrow. The insect tide had surged out, the wormhole entrance was blocked by Bixi Sect cultivators, He Meng died, and several sixth-layered senior brothers also died. There was no way out for these people from Tiansha Hall.to translate!In a blink of an eye, hundreds of divine patterns appeared. Could this be done by a human"“Damn it!” The elder woman sighed. Looks like the first five-colored divine lotus here at Lianchi...