Surrender
Little one's eyes rolled around craftily, and she said in a milky, childish voice, "That's right, I'll help you chase him."
Demon Moon Empress instinctively pulled Little one a bit tighter into her arms, terrified that the latter would slip away if she wasn't paying attention.
"Qianqian, what did you just say? A mysterious summoning technique?"
Ling Yun suddenly grew interested, touching his chin as he pondered.
"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm."
Little one was very happy, bouncing as she leaped down from Demon Moon Empress's embrace.
Long Jianni and Old Man Shun were both quite anxious, almost running off to give chase themselves.
"Earth summoning, ants, come forth."
Little one flopped onto the ground, almost as if she were personally experiencing the charm of the earth.
Ling Yun's lips twitched: "..."
If you are going to cast a spell, cast a spell; why are you lying on the ground? He couldn't figure Little one out at all—was she trying to crack them up?
They watched as a dense, countless swarm of ants surged out from the ground, almost instantly eroding the earth.
This!
No matter who saw it, it was hard to believe this was Little one's ability.
Long Yanran asked in surprise, "Isn't she usually most afraid of things like this?"
Only Zhao Xin's face had turned black. This kind of summoning technique was something he had given her, given to her back on Ghost Island, yet he had never been able to learn it no matter how hard he tried.
Living to his age and losing to a child at this moment, Zhao Xin felt like cursing the heavens.
Ling Yun frowned. This counted as a summoning technique, and these ants had directly thrown Wan Sanqian's avatar out from underground.
The other city lords watched in utter astonishment, while