She Long stood at the very front with his spear held horizontally, his expression turning extremely grim.
"These three giant bugs can merge their blood and qi!"
"I could easily handle two, but with all three together, their defense is as hard as divine refined iron!"
Ci Xue wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a low voice.
"Young Mistress, these three beasts are causing too much of a commotion."
"If this drags on, it may attract even more soul beasts."
Dugu Bo cursed his bad luck as well.
Out here in the middle of nowhere, they had actually run into a nest of three ninety-thousand-year super ants.
"Young Mistress, should we withdraw first?"
Dugu Bo suggested, "As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn."
"We can wait for a chance to strike them down one by one after they split up."
Hearing that all three Title Douluo intended to retreat, Qian Renxue frowned slightly.
After all, these were three ninety-thousand-year soul beasts.
If they truly fought to the death, someone on their side might get injured as well.
Just as Qian Renxue was about to nod and order a retreat.
A hand gently pressed down on her shoulder.
She Xian poked his head out from Qian Renxue's arms, a curve forming at the corner of his lips.
"Retreat?"
"That word doesn't exist in my dictionary!"
"How could we spit out a piece of fat that has already reached our mouths?"
Everyone turned to look at the thirteen-year-old boy strangely.
Facing three ninety-thousand-year soul beasts comparable to Title Douluo, could this brat really have some heaven-defying trick to turn the tide?
"Xian'er, don't fool around."
Qian Renxue held down his hand and said gently, "These three Thousand Jun Ant Emperors possess astonishing