122: Chapter 122 Poisonous Insect Storm

The torn-apart corpse of the demonic Cultivator fell into the mire, blood staining the black mud red.

Fifteen expressionless Iron Corpse Puppets stood quietly in front of Gu Shen like fifteen inanimate, murderous gods. Their appearance was no different from ordinary people, and their bodies even bore the tattered scars from previous Spell attacks.

Xu Yin's gaze was fixed firmly on these fifteen corpses.

After a brief shock, a trace of contempt appeared in the eyes of this Blood Fiend Sect disciple at the Foundation Establishment Initial Stage.

"I thought it was some remarkable method. Aren't these just the tattered meat shields Wei Lingfeng used to block blades?"

Xu Yin recognized the origin of these corpses at a glance. He sneered, and his Foundation Establishment Stage Spiritual Pressure swept out like a gale.

"Reinforcing bones with common iron? A clumsy corpse-refining technique. Do you think you can stop a Foundation Establishment Cultivator with these dead things that have no Spiritual Qi fluctuations?"

Xu Yin did not take Gu Shen seriously at all.

A Qi Refining Level 7 Body Cultivator who had killed a careless subordinate by surprise with a few strange corpse puppets—that was all.

His real target for this trip was Wei Lingfeng.

Xu Yin flipped his wrist, and the Blood Sea Compass appeared in his palm.

He bit his fingertip, and a drop of rich Foundation Establishment essence blood dripped onto the compass.

Hum!

The pointer on the compass instantly locked onto a direction deep within the fog. A blood-colored beam of light, as thick as an arm, shot out from the compass like a physical entity, pointing straight into the darkness.

"Wei Lingfeng, you cannot escape."

Xu Yin put away the compass and his figure rose from the ground. Like a blood-colored roc, he transformed into an eye-catching blood light, crashing through the fog and speeding toward the depths.

Before leaving, he glanced extremely coldly at the two remaining Qi Refining 9th Layer demonic Cultivators.

"Chop him up. Bring his head to me in half a stick of incense."

"Yes!"

The two demonic Cultivators shouted in unison. The humiliation of seeing their companion torn apart before their eyes filled their eyes with violent killing intent.

Xu Yin's figure instantly disappeared into the fog. He didn't bother wasting time on a Qi Refining Level 7 ant.

Gu Shen stood in the center of the Iron Corpse Puppets, not pursuing Xu Yin.

The speed of a Foundation Establishment Initial Stage Cultivator was too fast. And he knew deep down that if he chased after him and faced Xu Yin's terrifying Blood Sea Domain, he would definitely not fare well in his current state.

His gaze fell extremely calmly on the two demonic Cultivators who were flanking him from left and right.

"Two at the Qi Refining 9th Layer. Just right to feed the blades."

Just as Gu Shen slightly spread his ten fingers, preparing to use Soul-Pulling Threads to control the Iron Corpse Puppets for a group fight.

A sudden change occurred!

"Master!"

The black iron button at the collar suddenly emitted a sharp, buzzing frequency with electronic noise.

"Sonar radar full-band alarm! Extremely terrifying, dense biological signals are surging out from the crevices of the rock walls in all directions! The quantity... the quantity cannot be calculated! We are surrounded!"

Crab's mono-electronic voice was filled with extreme horror.

Almost at the same moment Crab gave the warning.

Buzz buzz buzz—!

A shrill sound of wing-beating, like thousands of steel saws rubbing together, erupted from the darkness in all directions.

Deep within the fog.

Wei Lingfeng leaned against a huge black stalactite column, panting heavily. He glanced at the Magical Artifact inner armor on his chest, which was already covered in cracks corroded by blood energy.

He looked up at the blood-colored tracking beam that pierced through the fog and shone firmly on him.

"Blood Sea Compass? Sure enough, it bit onto me like a mad dog."

Wei Lingfeng's mouth curled slightly.

He pinched an extremely complex ancient Spell with one hand and slammed his palm heavily onto the stalactite column beside him.

"These 'Spirit-Devouring Flying Ants' of the Myriad Insect Tomb have been hungry for thousands of years. Xu Yin, Alias, let these ancient swarm insects treat you well!"

Rumble!

The ancient array patterns on the stalactite column lit up instantly.

Beneath the entire Myriad Insect Tomb, it felt as if countless sealed gates were being opened simultaneously.

In the center of the battlefield.

Gu Shen suddenly raised his head.

He saw a black cloud covering the sky and sun suddenly surge out from the green fog above his head!

No. That was not a dark cloud.

It was countless fist-sized, pitch-black, terrifying flying ants with six transparent thin wings! Their mouthparts were extremely sharp, emitting a fierce aura that made one's scalp tingle.

"Spirit-Devouring Flying Ants!"

The two demonic Cultivators who were preparing to charge at Gu Shen turned pale instantly and let out shrill cries of alarm.

Ancient books of the Great Yu Cultivation World recorded that these ancient strange insects had no intelligence and were extremely greedy. They were naturally born to restrain Cultivators, most fond of gnawing on Spiritual Qi shields and the flesh and blood of Cultivators!

The overwhelming swarm of ants poured down like a black waterfall.

Without distinguishing between friend or foe, it directly engulfed all living things within a hundred zhang radius.

"Ah!!!"

The demonic Cultivator who took the brunt of the attack had his protective blood light contact the ant swarm, and it immediately emitted a hissing sound like cold water poured into hot oil.

Countless flying ants were crazily gnawing at his Dharma power shield. That shield, which was sufficient to withstand a strike from a top-grade Magical Artifact, actually became dim in just a few breaths.

Without continuous replenishment of Dharma power, that dim protective blood light would inevitably collapse soon. When that happened, the flying ants would be able to drill through the gap and pounce directly onto his flesh to tear and bite crazily.

The other demonic Cultivator was terrified upon seeing this situation, crazily sacrificing all his defensive Magical Artifacts and Talismans, fighting to the death to resist the impact of the ant swarm.

Gu Shen stood in place.

The sky full of flying ants also surrounded him tightly.

"Condense!"

Gu Shen did not hesitate at all; his left hand opened the black turtle shield instantly, and the green light of his Wood Armor Technique surged on his body surface.

Bang bang bang!

Countless flying ants smashed onto the black turtle shield and Wood Armor Technique like hail.

Gu Shen's expression changed slightly. He could clearly feel that the Dharma power in his Dantian was flowing away at an extremely terrifying speed! The mouthparts of these flying ants could actually directly devour Dharma power!

"Master! The energy loss rate of the defensive shield is exceeding the limit! In half a stick of incense at most, the Dharma power will be drained!" Crab warned urgently.

Gu Shen frowned tightly.

Once his Dharma power was exhausted, even with his dark gold iron bones, he couldn't stop the gnawing of these thousands of strange insects.

But just as Gu Shen was about to perform the "Blood Burning Evasion" to force a breakout.

His sharp gaze suddenly swept over the fifteen Iron Corpse Puppets standing in front of him.

A miracle happened at this moment.

The sky full of Spirit-Devouring Flying Ants also pounced on the bodies of these fifteen Iron Corpse Puppets.

Their sharp mouthparts bit fiercely into the pale flesh of the Iron Corpses, attempting to draw out Spiritual Qi and blood.

However.

Inside the Iron Corpses, there was absolutely no trace of Spiritual Qi!

Not only was there no Spiritual Qi. When the ants' mouthparts broke through the Iron Corpses' flesh and touched the ink-green fascia that intertwined like vines on the bones.

Sizzle!

A wisp of extremely weak, yet extremely domineering Wasteland world-extinguishing poisonous light, mixed with the strong acid of the mutated wood marrow, poured directly back into the flying ants' mouthparts!

Patter. Patter.

Those flying ants that had bitten onto the Iron Corpses stood stiffly as if electrocuted. A sickly dead-gray color instantly appeared on their pitch-black carapaces, and then, like dumplings being dropped, they fell one after another from the Iron Corpses, dropped into the flesh mire below, twitched twice, and died completely.