Richard's eyes flickered as he fell into thought.
A single Death Finger had killed the Super-Breeding Giant Ant. From that perspective, it was indeed weak. But considering that it could produce vast amounts of life and form an army, it was absurdly powerful.
Therefore, dealing with a Super-Breeding Species required choosing the right method.
The Super-Breeding Species clearly relied on systematic warfare. A frontal confrontation was unwise, and trying to wear it down was equally unwise. The sensible approach was to destroy its control center, paralyze its command system, and launch a powerful surprise attack to behead the Mother Insect that produced life.
If he encountered a Super-Breeding Species again, this method should save him quite a bit of effort.
Of course, in the current world, even Singular Species were hard to come by, let alone Super-Breeding Species. There probably would not be another opportunity.
Shaking his head, Richard withdrew his thoughts, walked over to the White Giant Ant, and collected some tissue. Then he turned to Molly and the others. "Burn everything. Eliminate every possible danger."
"Alright." Molly did not refuse. She turned and gave One-Eye a look.
One-Eye understood. Raising his hand, he began his personal performance—casting one dazzling Fire Spell after another, burning every visible thing to ashes amid explosive blasts.
The group did not linger any longer. They turned and continued into the darkness deeper within the ruins.
In the darkness, trees stood thickly. Pfft!
With a sharp sound, Tinwood's branch-woven arms stabbed heavily into the body of a strange Hippopotamus Creature. He swung it up, then with a bang, smashed it hard against the ground, turning it into a puddle of flesh paste.
"Whoosh—"
A violent stream of air escaped Tinwood's mouth as he stood still and rested briefly. He was not in