Chen Mo stepped forward, about to arrange things according to his plan, but then stopped and glanced at Qian Ying, who was lying off to one side.
That old man was definitely an old fox, based on Chen Mo's observations over this period of time. Some things would not be easy to fool him with. If the old man noticed anything and decided to withdraw, then there would be no one to lead the others in scouting the path for the rest of the expedition.
Therefore, the arrangement Chen Mo had in mind seemed somewhat crude. He could not just muddle through it so simply; he needed to make it a little more convincing. At the very least, it had to be difficult for that old fox to spot anything at a glance.
After looking around once more, he decided that even if Ma Sansing was already brain-dead, he still needed to suffer a bit more. Otherwise, someone might see through Chen Mo's setup.
In a flash, he arrived before the bloodthirsty bullet ants of the Great Rift Valley.
Some of the ants had already withdrawn, but quite a few still lingered around the cave entrance. Chen Mo used True Essence to wrap several bullet ants, preventing them from undergoing Combustion Explosion, then headed toward the cliff top.
Behind him, the countless bloodthirsty bullet ants flew into a rage. None of them had expected that, just as they were slowly withdrawing wave after wave and preparing to return to their nest, a fool would appear before them. After all, there was no longer any scent of living humans in that cave, and there was no point standing guard there.
Yet just as they were retreating, some idiot showed up right in front of them. The ants were instantly delighted. Was