"Go."
The word was spoken so lightly from Kevin's lips that it was nearly drowned by the wind, but Max caught it—and the sound that followed confirmed his instincts. A deafening, eerie screech erupted from the spirit beast bag on Kevin's waist, and in the next instant, a wave of inky black burst out.
A swarm of bloodthirsty black insects surged into the air like a demonic cloud. These were no ordinary pests. They were larger than the ones Max had seen used against that green-robed young man earlier. Much larger. And more dangerous.
At the forefront were two that instantly caught Max's attention. Their aura was terrifying—each emanating a power equal to a 3rd and 4th level Legend Rank cultivator. Their eyes glowed with a fierce crimson hue, and their wings buzzed with such force they kicked up gales in the confined canyon. Behind them followed thousands—yes, thousands—of vicious, razor-winged insects.
