Lin Qiye, An Qingyu, and Baili Pangpang were all stunned at once, turning to look in the direction the arrow had come from.
Jialan stood quietly in a corner of the palace, dressed in a loose blue Han robe. She held a pale yellow Hardwood Bow in her hand, facing the Queen Ant, her fingertips still suspended in midair.
Seeing the three men's astonished expressions, Jialan was slightly taken aback, seemingly unable to understand why they were looking at her like that...
Thud—!!
A dull impact rang out from the Queen Ant's direction. The Queen Ant, whose sacrificial ritual had been interrupted, flew into a rage. Its forelimbs stomped heavily onto the palace floor, shattering all the writhing red patterns beneath it.
Its python-like antennae wrapped around the feathered arrow lodged in its body and yanked it from a gap in its shell. With an enraged screech, it suddenly exerted force, trying to snap the arrow that had ruined its sacrificial ritual!
(Straining)!!
The arrow did not budge.
The red-armored Queen Ant froze, then put even more strength into its two antennae!
The arrow still did not budge.
The red-armored Queen Ant bared its fangs, its pair of antennae nearly twisting into knots as its enormous body began to tremble slightly!
That ordinary feathered arrow still did not budge... not even a single feather could be pulled off.
Red-armored Queen Ant: ...
It silently flung the arrow into a corner of the palace, fixed its gaze on the people before it, and let out a savage roar.
Baili Pangpang watched this suspiciously and said uncertainly, "Why do I feel like... it's getting angry out of embarrassment?"
"You don't just feel it. It is angry out of embarrassment." A streak of night swiftly spread beneath Lin Qiye's feet as he spoke