Chen Mo turned his head to look at the red Ants gliding madly toward them, and his scalp went numb.
It was not that he feared these Ants, but there were simply far too many of them. Like a tsunami at sea, they surged toward the group, a red tide sweeping over everything from low to high as it crashed down on them, suffocating and oppressive.
Each red ant was as large as a child's fist. They glided in crisscrossing paths, unable to fly high and only covering short distances, but the sheer aura of them filling the sky made anyone who saw them shudder.
"A Mo!" Ouyang Ruo Xi grabbed Chen Mo's hand, stunned and at a loss. Even her normally cool voice had begun to tremble.
They did not know how strong the individual Ants were, but their numbers alone were terrifying.
Therefore, whether Houtian Martial Artists or Xiantian Martial Artists, everyone was filled with horror at the sight of these Ants.
"Everyone, speed up! Get out of here!" Qian Ying shouted. He immediately used his movement technique to increase his speed, leaping from one tree to another and advancing through the branches. It was much faster than traveling on the ground.
Seeing this, the other Martial Artists quickly copied him. They followed behind Qian Ying, moving from branch to branch.
The entire group consisted of Martial Artists. Even the weaker ones possessed Houtian Layer Four cultivation, so moving through the branches was not a problem. It merely consumed more of their Qi.
The weaker the Martial Artist, the greater the expenditure. For Xiantian Masters, however, the consumption was so small it could be ignored.
"A Mo, let's follow them too!" Ouyang Ruo Xi said, tugging Chen Mo along.
Chen Mo nodded, then handed Ouyang Ruo Xi a