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A single Spirit-Devouring Ant was weak in battle, but injure one and its entire colony would hunt you to the death. Despite its name, it did not feed on Spiritual Qi alone. A Cultivator's Spiritual Power, blood, and flesh were all on its menu.

Pei Ling shot Yan Qingsui a look of utter disdain, wrapped an arm around Qiao Ranran, and flew into the air. "A Cultivator, huh."

That single "huh" was loaded with mockery. Yan Qingsui flushed with embarrassment. "But Spirit-Devouring Ants can fly tooooo!"

"Just fly faster than they do. And remember to erase your scent."

Before the last word had even faded, Pei Ling had flown so far away that Yan Qingsui could no longer see his back.

Cultivators could fly, and they could outpace Spirit-Devouring Ants, but doing so consumed enormous amounts of Spiritual Power. The ants, meanwhile, fed on the Spiritual Qi in the air. They could also follow a Cultivator's Spiritual Power for as long as it took to exhaust them.

So being able to fly was not enough.

With no time to hesitate, Yan Qingsui summoned the Profound Abyss Sword and took off after Pei Ling. As for Pei Ling's instruction to erase his scent, he probably meant the scent of Spiritual Power.

How was Yan Qingsui supposed to erase that? He had no idea.

Yan Qingsui had been the first one the Spirit-Devouring Ants locked onto. From the sound of it, Pei Ling had already "erased" his own scent and Qiao Ranran's. Did that mean the ants would chase Yan Qingsui alone?

The realization made Yan Qingsui stumble in midair. He nearly fell to the ground. Grinding his back teeth, he hesitated for a moment over whether to lead that whole swarm of trouble—flying behind him and crawling below—straight to Qiao Ranran