Watching the brutal battle raging in the distance, Qin Fengming could not help but feel his heart tighten.
In this unbearably scorching environment, merely resisting the erosion of the searing energy outside one's body was already exhausting. To withstand the endless attacks of the fire ants, which came wave after wave without pause—let alone Qin Fengming, even a Great Cultivator who had roamed the Cultivation World for seven or eight hundred years would surely have been terrified to the core.
This great battle lasted for several hours. Amid a tremendous, heart-rending howl, a massive figure suddenly burst out from the small mountain formed by the ceaselessly churning red fire ants. Amid its shrieks, it fled rapidly in the direction from which it had come.
The level eight Red Badger Beast's crimson scales were now stained all over with blood. Its originally bright-red armor had been battered into a state of extreme ruin.
Although it had devoured tens of millions of red ants during the battle, its body had also been corroded into a mangled mess by the ants' venom. Without several years of recuperation, it would be difficult for it to recover.
Watching the fleeing Red Badger Beast, the red fire ants—reduced by a third from their original number—did not pursue it. Instead, countless fire ants piled and rolled over one another where they were. The fire ants spread across the mountains and plains rippled through the fiery sea like waves, rolling toward the rear.
In only a moment, the still-massive swarm of red ants suddenly retreated toward the rear.
They moved so quickly that they seemed even faster than when they had come. In barely a few blinks, the boundless red ocean before him vanished without a trace.
After passing through the aftermath of one level eight fire beast