The Lost One, the Old Treefolk

"All right, little guy. From now on, your name is Theron."

Zhang Ping let out a small sigh of relief. Whether the name sounded good was secondary. What mattered was that this exchange had brought them closer.

He could feel that the little guy was no longer as hostile toward him. It was actually pretty easy to win over.

While he was talking with Little Sairon, Feng Laixian and Bai De had already escaped to the foot of the mountain. They plunged into the dense forest and raced through it, casually smashing apart any trees in their way.

Behind them, densely packed Black Mountain Bow-backed Ants surged forward in a black tide.

It really did look like a huge wave.

Countless Black Mountain Bow-backed Ants trampled over one another, recklessly pressing forward in an undulating mass.

They practically rolled down the mountain, little different from flowing water. Many slammed into rocks and trees.

Countless Black Mountain Bow-backed Ants died from the violent collisions, but even more pressed onward over their corpses.

The sight was terrifying, like a natural disaster.

"Zhang Ping, stop following us! Go that way! Once we shake off the Black Ant Dynasty, we'll meet at the foot of the tallest mountain up ahead. Now scram, scram!" Bai De could feel the ground shaking beneath him and shouted in exasperation.

Zhang Ping could fly. There was no way he would die.

If the Black Mountain Bow-backed Ants caught up, only Bai De and Feng Laixian would die.

In fact, even Feng Laixian might survive. Of the three, Bai De was the most likely to be bitten to death by the ants.

Zhang Ping also realized that continuing to follow Bai De and Feng Laixian would only endanger them, so he nodded. "All right. Little Sairon and I will