East Sea. Dragon Palace.
Fang Yuan's clone, Wu Shuai, sat cross-legged upon the dragon throne, manipulating the Legion Ants before his eyes.
Over this period, the Legion Ants had already developed to a certain scale.
At this moment, there were nearly a hundred million densely packed Legion Ants, like a dark-golden river spiraling through the air.
Wu Shuai took out a portion of Rank 8 Immortal Material.
It was a bundle of bird feathers. The feathers resembled stone, yet every fine strand was lifelike, shrouded in a faint grayish-white halo.
A careful sniff revealed a trace of corpse stench.
These were feathers from a Primeval Ancient Beast, the Corpse Emperor Bird.
With a gentle puff from Wu Shuai, the feathers slowly floated up and merged into the dark-golden river formed by the Legion Ants.
Very soon, scattered rustling sounds arose.
Countless Legion Ants took turns crawling onto the Corpse Emperor Bird feathers, ceaselessly gnawing at them to fill their bellies.
Though there were only a dozen or so Corpse Emperor Bird feathers, they were Rank 8 Immortal Material after all. Just a tiny amount could feed tens of thousands of Legion Ants, making them exceedingly durable.
A moment later, the Corpse Emperor Bird feathers had all been swallowed by the swarm of Legion Ants.
Not only had these Legion Ants been fed full, they also produced a new batch of Legion Ants.
The newborn ones were all Corpse Ants. They radiated death energy and could devour the corpses of other Legion Ants to continuously grow stronger. The more Legion Ant corpses they consumed, the stronger the Corpse Ants became. Naturally, there was a limit to such strength. The strongest Corpse Ants could contend with King Ants, but they still could not compare to the Ant Queen.
"With these Corpse Ants,