"Crackle, crackle...!"
As the red ants charged toward him, Qian Ying spread his domain again, enveloping every red ant within a ten-meter radius and crushing them outright.
Each red ant possessed strength comparable to a Martial Disciple, but for Qian Ying, sending them to their deaths was incredibly easy.
Within the domain, every crushed red ant instantly exploded into clouds of blood mist. The sound was like firecrackers going off during the New Year, and there had to be more than ten thousand of them.
The red ants were powerful, but only compared to Ordinary Persons. To a Xiantian Master like Qian Ying, red ants with the strength of Martial Disciples were no different from Ordinary Persons. It merely consumed a little more of his Xiantian power.
What left Qian Ying speechless was that just after he had sent a batch of tens of thousands of red ants to their deaths, he saw the Domain Barrier covered with red ants again. Their mandibles were stretched wide as they frantically gnawed at his Domain Barrier.
The red ants behind them landed one after another, piling atop one another until not even the slightest gap remained. Whenever there was even a small opening between ants, a mandible would thrust through and bite at the Barrier, as though they would never stop until they had bitten through it.
Qian Ying expanded his domain again, wrapped up another batch of red ants, and crushed them. But outside his domain stretched an endless ocean of red ants. The ants he had killed seemed like nothing more than an insignificant number.
What made his expression turn grim was that the surrounding area seemed to have been completely encircled by red ants.
Thus, he could only turn around and retreat at once, hoping to escape this ocean