Ink ants were small and light, their life auras so faint they would barely trigger traps.
They scuttled lightly through the mountain forest, devouring every bit of power left behind by the Floating Continent's various clans... With that, these traps were rendered useless.
"Without the augmentation of Totem Power, the danger can practically be ignored. Even if Bai Yuxia danced a sacrificial dance barefoot inside the traps, he wouldn't suffer much harm," Xi Ming said blandly.
"Wait, why do I have to dance a sacrificial dance barefoot in the traps?" Bai Yuxia pressed.
"Let's see what secret these traps were trying to protect." Jiang Wang descended in a flash, imposing in bearing. Casually patting Xi Ming on the shoulder, he shoved him to the very front.
Mohist mechanisms were peerless beneath the heavens. If Xi Ming did not scout the way, who would?
Little did they know: those who labor with their minds rule others; those who labor with their hands are ruled by others.
Xi Ming did not fear hardship or danger. Walking at the front, he swept his wide sleeve—three jet-black metal cubes patterned with spiderwebs sprang out. They shifted form in midair, becoming three half-human-height mechanical spiders. Splitting into three directions in a triangular formation, they swiftly darted into the woods.
Their compound eyes whirled, their spider legs were like spears, and their leaping forms nearly left afterimages.
They filled in pitfalls and cut away overhanging branches, probing every possible danger even as they sped forward. Even the thorny trees they passed were shaved clean.
The four followed close behind, walking along an open path. Before long, they arrived at a vast clearing in the forest.
Wild grass flourished here, vicious vines tangled around branches, yet fallen trees lay with roots overturned and the ground was pitted