Seeing that things had taken a bad turn, the Thousand-Pound Ant fighting Nezha suddenly burrowed into the ground.
Its thick forelimbs dug through the soil at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, half its body had already disappeared underground.
"Trying to run?"
Nezha sneered. He did not pursue it, merely curling a finger lightly.
Beneath the ground, countless crimson threads as thin as hairs suddenly lit up.
At some unknown point, those threads had spread throughout the underground of the entire Rocky Beach, crisscrossing and weaving an invisible giant net.
The Thousand-Pound Ant had barely burrowed halfway in when the crimson threads wrapped around its forelimbs and chest armor. No matter how it struggled, it could not move.
Red Armillary Sash, retract.
With a thought from Nezha, the fine threads instantly tightened, forcibly yanking the entire ant out of the earth and suspending it in midair. Like a flying insect caught in a spiderweb, it kicked all four limbs wildly, its mandibles opening and closing as it let out shrill cries.
"Bind it."
The Red Armillary Sash moved at his command, turning into a long crimson ribbon that wrapped the Thousand-Pound Ant tightly from top to bottom, leaving only its head exposed. It struggled desperately, but the more it struggled, the tighter the bindings became. In the end, it could not even twitch its wings.
Of the three Thousand-Pound Ants, one had been burned half to death by the Fire-Tipped Spear's flames, and Nezha had pierced its wings. It lay on the ground with more breath leaving it than entering.
One had been hammered into the ground by Er Ming. Its carapace was cracked in seven or eight places, two of its legs were broken, and it had completely lost its ability to fight.
The last one