The cave was pitch-black and deep. Everyone stood in a single line inside it, while Qian Ying, at the very back, remained at the entrance after coming in, watching the bloodthirsty bullet ants not far away.
The bullet ants were no longer attacking them, but they still surrounded the entrance instead of leaving. Their rustling seeped into the cave, leaving everyone uneasy.
This time, if they had not found this cave, perhaps only the three Xiantian Masters among them could have escaped. The other Martial Artists might all have died here. The bullet ants' attacks were simply too fierce, far more intense and dangerous than any of the previous threats.
Even the fireflies could explode, but compared to them, the bullet ants were much more dangerous. The speed of their attacks alone could offset the group's Blood Qi defenses, not to mention that they could explode. They were far more formidable than the fireflies.
In particular, the force of a bullet ant's explosion was comparable to the strength of a Houtian Layer Two Martial Artist. With bullet ants covering the mountains and plains, every one of them was equivalent to a Houtian Layer Two Martial Artist. They could wear all the Martial Artists down to death by sheer numbers. If the Xiantian Masters had not possessed all sorts of methods, even the three of them would not have been able to defeat these ants.
"Qian Wantong, scout the cave first and see whether there's any danger. Everyone else should rest for now. Those who need treatment should treat their injuries, and those who need to recover their strength should do so. Everyone will rest here for the moment," Qian Ying said.
He then began checking on the Martial Artists from his own family to see whether any of his juniors