"Halt!" Pang Zhen's voice transmitted through the spirit force, and at his command, everyone stopped their forward steps.
Lu Ye gazed ahead, the myriad Insect Race surged like a tide, menacingly advancing with claws extended. Despite being mentally prepared, his expression inevitably turned grave.
The distance between them grew increasingly closer, and the spirit force of the vanguard camp's powerhouses began to fluctuate.
In the center of the fan-shaped area, Pang Zhen pinched a Spirit Talisman imbued with spirit force and tossed it forward. In an instant, thunder rumbled, and the sky changed colors as thunderclouds gathered and swirled.
"Kill!"
As the shout of anger emerged from his mouth, lightning burst forth, and thick bolts of thunder struck down from the thunderclouds, crashing upon the insect horde like a heavenly punishment. Amidst the reckless lightning, large swathes of the Insect Race's vitality perished.
