"Young Hall Master."
Beside the more than a hundred guards of Thunder Hall, there stood several Dongyi Race Hermits.
One of the Upper Concealment Hermits, seeing Lei Xiaotian in such a frenzied state, was inwardly annoyed but remained expressionless. He stepped forward and said, "I ask the Young Hall Master to act first to rescue our tribe's trapped hermits."
"Where are they?"
Lei Xiaotian asked.
"Over there."
The Upper Concealment Hermit pointed in the direction of a cave not far away.
In fact, if we simply blow up the poison insects in the valley, most of the insects there would likely disperse as well.
However, despite the commotion here, none of the hermits in that cave had shown up, unsettling him slightly.
But on second thought, he assumed there should be no problem.
The place was swarming with poison insects, making it impossible to set foot.
The hermits in the cave couldn't come out, and outsiders naturally couldn't go in.
