The densely packed black ants were burned to nothing by the eerie green flames. Countless numbers of them vanished, but compared with the enormous swarm, it was still only the tip of the iceberg.
Deep within the spreading swarm, several ghost ants whose bodies had grown to resemble human forms knelt on one knee before an anthill.
Before the anthill stood a dark-faced woman whose aura was vicious beyond compare. A dozen or so sturdy men and women stood beside her, holding ghostly weapons and guarding the entrance. The anthill looked to be only a few dozen yards across, yet somehow the barren mountains and vast marshes beyond the swarm seemed tiny beside it.
"Master, the White-Faced Lion King's ghost-lion army has already occupied Cangfeng Valley on the Cang Ghost Plain. Several other ghost armies have also reached the area around Cangze Mountain. The White-Faced Lion King's ghostfire is too powerful. Our people have suffered heavy casualties, and if this goes on, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold out against the combined forces of those armies." The ghost ant, shaped like a human, spoke slowly, even stumbling over its words.
"It doesn't matter. Let them kill. If we don't give them a few gains, how will those ghost armies take the bait? Go and arrange for the swarm to keep them occupied. The longer you can drag things out, the better." A languid voice came from inside. The speaker didn't seem particularly concerned about the swarm's losses.
"Understood!" The ghost ant, whose body had nearly become human-shaped, withdrew respectfully.
"Senior Brother Luo has reached the most critical stage of his seclusion. Once he emerges and makes the Netherweak Thunder Pool his own, what will a few ghost creatures amount to?" After the ghost ant, now nearly human in