The moment the prohibition shattered, a ten-zhang high wave of insects swept over, and those disciples who were a beat slow were instantly engulfed by the tide of insects.
"Ah...save me..."
"Palace Master...save me..."
"..."
Within the desperate cries, the disciples of Martial God Palace who were engulfed by the tide of insects turned into white bones in a matter of moments, becoming the nourishment for the insects. Only a small number of people were saved, but their situation was not good, with corrosive poison gas in their bodies, and their flesh being corroded, they could not suppress it at all.
"Damn it!"
The color of Wu Kuangyun's face had reached an extreme point of ugliness.
Just like that, Martial God Palace had lost more than a thousand disciples. These were all at the Heavenly Martial Realm, the backbone of Martial God Palace.
After devouring thousands of people, the insect tide continued to advance at an extremely fast speed.
