After a while, that inexplicable warning disappeared.
Lu Zixun and Lang Qianxing collapsed on the ground, their faces ashen, and they exchanged a glance without saying a word.
"In the past, we used to discuss it without restraint; now that the Demon Clan has declined, just mentioning it deeper results in a warning."
A sneer appeared on his face. Brushing off the dust, Lang Qianxing got up from the ground.
"As for His existence, let’s end the discussion here. Zixun, you probably have a general grasp of it."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zixun nodded slightly.
Just now, he had felt the strength of that power; the Insect Clan was indeed not as simple as he had imagined.
After a day’s work, the defense constructions previously destroyed by the Insect Tide were also restored.
However, in Lu Zixun’s eyes, these defensive works were little better than thin paper.
Sitting on the wall, looking over at the Zone 14 Insect Clan’s territory, Lu Zixun turned his gaze to Lang Qianxing: "You and your brother are both S-rank beings, why haven’t you considered launching an attack?"
"We have considered it, but what’s the use of being S-rank?"
Shaking his head, Lang Qianxing explained, "There are too few of us in the Demon Clan. Although we are not concerned about S-rank, inside Zone 14, there are hundreds and even thousands of Queen-level Insect Clan."
So that was why they hadn’t attacked Zone 14; the overall strength of the Demon Clan was not enough.
Shaking his head, Lu Zixun decided not to continue on this topic and switched subjects: "Regarding that Uncle Turtle you mentioned earlier, does he hold high authority within the Demon Clan?"
Without hesitation, Lang Qianxing nodded earnestly, "During the last Bloody Moon, nearly all the Great Masters of the Demon Clan perished. I thought Turtle Uncle was dead, but he’s still alive."
A look of contemplation appeared in Lu Zixun’s eyes as he continued to ask, "The Bloody Moon, what is it?"
"It’s a peculiar phenomenon. During a certain period, a blood moon hangs in the sky of the Crimson Land, significantly enhancing the strength of the Insect Clan."
Pausing briefly, Lang Qianxing spoke with a hint of dread, "Last time the Bloody Moon appeared, hundreds of King-level Insect Clan emerged outside the Demon Clan’s dwelling, crushing our lines completely."
This Bloody Moon’s influence was quite formidable.
Lu Zixun’s beard quivered a few times. After a day, the Power of Faith inside him had increased substantially; he could now Transform for two minutes.
At that moment, looking at Lang Qianxing, who had maintained his human form for the entire day, Lu Zixun shook his head.
He wondered how much Power of Faith was inside him.
In the Crimson Land, time passed extremely slowly.
By the reckoning of human society’s time, one day in the Crimson Land lasted forty-eight hours.
No wonder every time Long Jiuri returned from the Crimson Land, Lu Zixun felt as if he had aged a bit more mysteriously.
"Thank you for today."
Bringing the dinner with him onto the stone wall, Lang Qianxing handed the meal to Lu Zixun.
"I have a question for you."
Taking the dinner, Lu Zixun’s gaze fell on Lang Qianxing: "Given the strength of the Insect Clan stationed in Zone 14, they could completely annihilate the Demon Clan. Why haven’t they done so?"
"I can’t give you a precise answer to that question, for even I don’t know," he replied with a silent sigh, looking out at the Zone 14 shimmering with red light. "Perhaps it’s because He has not given the command."
Lu Zixun stared at Lang Qianxing for a while.
Only now did he realize how great the pressure in Lang Qianxing’s heart was.
Guarding a place that could be breached at any moment, feeling helpless to defend, and knowing that no matter how hard you fought, you couldn’t change the current situation, was a bitter pill to swallow.
After gobbling down dinner in a few bites, Lu Zixun shook his fur, "I want to take a look at Zone 14."
"It’s very dangerous."
Instead of dissuading Lu Zixun or telling him he couldn’t go, Lang Qianxing was just earnestly emphasizing the level of danger in Zone 14.
Once you entered the Fungus Blanket of the Insect Clan, you would be detected by the Perception Insects.
At that point, it wouldn’t take more than three minutes for a small-scale Insect Tide to completely surround the area of the strange scent, and it would also draw their attention to you.
Hearing this, Lu Zixun nodded to indicate he understood the risk and smiled nonchalantly.
"I just want to gather some intelligence so I can lead the Demon Clan out of here later."
Looking at Lu Zixun with some surprise, Lang Qianxing’s eyes lit up with delight after a moment, "Zixun, are you willing to stay with us now?"
"Isn’t that obvious?"
Lu Zixun rolled his eyes at Lang Qianxing and said impatiently, "Ever since I proposed that system, I never thought about leaving. After all... if the Demon Clan becomes strong, it’ll be much more comfortable for me to visit the Human Gathering Place."
Lang Qianxing rubbed his hands together and said excitedly with a beam on his face, "What equipment do you need? I’ll get our people to fetch it for you, and take a flare with you just in case."
Looking at the weapons prepared by the Teeth Wolf Clan, Lu Zixun’s mouth twitched.
The defensive fortifications didn’t look like much, but these weapons were quite advanced.
The spearheads glinted with an enchanting purple light, clearly indicating they were no simple tools.
Swords, spears, clubs, and sticks were all supported by stone, but they were well-crafted, and the black stone used as the material seemed much harder than the stone walls.
In the end, Lu Zixun only took two flares with him.
As he was leaving, he asked Lang Qianxing, "If these weapons are so sturdy, why not use the stone they’re made from for the defensive fortifications?"
Lang Qianxing’s face showed a helpless expression as he shook his head, "I wish we could, but this black stone is very scarce. Making weapons from it is already quite difficult, let alone using it as a material for defensive construction."
Nodding, Lu Zixun mounted the Night Evil Sword and flew up into the air, "What’s this stone called? What if I come across it in Zone 14?"
"Obsidian, purple-black obsidian!"
Having entered Zone 14 and traveled a distance beyond the border, what came into view was a ground covered in purple Fungus Blanket and the Eye Worms patrolling densely in the sky.
On the ground, squads of six Jumping Worms moved swiftly across the Fungus Blanket.
Though the Insect Clan had no walls, their defensive and early warning system was more effective than any wall could be.
Just as Lu Zixun was contemplating to remind Lang Qianxing to pay attention to guards upon his return.
A nearby mountain peak, enveloped in fungal soup, suddenly had an Insect Clan member spit out a stone.
Lu Zixun, unable to see clearly from the distance, pondered for a moment before moving closer to the mountain peak on the Night Evil Sword.
What he saw was not a Fungus Blanket surrounding the mountain, but a type of Insect Clan creature he had never seen before, constantly writhing and devouring the mountain.