About fifty miles north of the Righteous Blood Sect's encampment lay a valley, within which was a massive pit—a veritable insect cave.
Like the situation near the Righteous Blood Sect, not a single blade of grass grew in this valley. Even several layers of soil had been scraped away, the dry green hues of insect blood were visible everywhere, along with some uncollected limbs and flesh remnants.
On a nearby mountaintop, hundreds of Righteous Blood Sect cultivators lay in ambush, each of them feeling nervous and uneasy.
Half a day ago, they had been merrily accumulating merit inside the insect hive with relative ease, only to be suddenly brought to this place by Hua Ci. Soon after, Lu Ye joined them. Clearly, there was something afoot.
The cultivators faintly discerned the intentions of their Governor and Deputy Governor, and to say they were not nervous would be a lie, for the only large-scale action they had participated in before was the recently handled Insect Plague.