Song Wen's body abruptly swelled, transforming into a colossal corpse thirty feet tall.
He suddenly launched himself from the ground, charging toward the Ant King at the forefront.
The Ant King swung its sharp mandibles, like two pointed blades, and lunged at the colossal corpse amid bursts of piercing air.
Just as the two were about to clash at close quarters, a short blade suddenly appeared in Song Wen's hand.
The blade was barely a foot long. Held in the hand of the thirty-foot corpse, it looked exceedingly tiny, like a giant clutching an embroidery needle.
Song Wen could only pinch the short blade between his thumb and forefinger.
The originally ferocious Ant King suddenly became incomparably flustered the instant the short blade appeared.
Yet how could Song Wen allow it to escape so easily?
He swept his long arm, and cold light tore through the air.
The Ant King's seemingly indestructible carapace was effortlessly ripped apart like cloth.
The Ant King let out a shrill wail, its voice filled with despair and pain.
The moment the short blade split open its shell, a blood-colored longsword took the chance to pierce into its body.
Sword Qi surged across the longsword, sweeping out like a raging tempest.
The Gold-Eating Ants' outer shells were exceptionally hard, yet their insides were extraordinarily fragile.
Sword Qi ran rampant, instantly grinding the Ant King's internal organs into pulp, turning them into a mass of bloody slurry.
In an instant, the Ant King's vitality was utterly extinguished!
The Ant King's corpse suddenly vanished, taken into Song Wen's storage ring.
The Ant King struck by the Soul-Concentrating Spike had fallen behind after briefly losing control of its body, and had thus narrowly escaped death.
Seeing its companion killed in the blink of an eye, how could it