This explosion also startled everyone fighting ahead.
Zhu Gangfeng glared furiously at the exploding warships, his rage blazing to the skies.
He had been smug and pleased with himself, nearly having dragged the Silent Hound Clan down, yet someone behind him actually dared to pluck the tiger's whiskers.
The destruction of the warships was a minor matter, but the act itself infuriated him.
His eyes were wide with fury, and his two wind-shielding ears were fully spread open. Not even the slightest rustle of wind or grass could escape them.
At this moment, the Silent Hound Clan members were also somewhat bewildered.
They did not remember arranging for anyone to come to their rescue.
They had thought themselves doomed beyond doubt, so every one of them was astonished.
But Mo Qing had never intended to hide herself. After all, dealing with a swarm of ants did not require such trouble.
Mo Qing stepped forward one step at a time, while the demonic tree behind her continued to flicker and ascend.
"You ants are blocking my master's path."
Mo Qing spoke calmly.
Seeing that Mo Qing was alone, Zhu Gangfeng grew even angrier.
A cruel smile even hung on his face.
He snorted coldly. "Whose descendant is this? So ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, yet she dares to come out alone and act so wantonly."
Zhu Gangfeng had seen plenty of such things.
There truly were some powerful races in the universe.
Backed by great worlds, they could run amok with impunity. Even some small and medium worlds did not dare provoke them.
Thus, though Zhu Gangfeng was furious, he still wanted to ask about Mo Qing's origins.
At the same time, he continuously surveyed the surroundings.
He wanted to see whether there were guardians or similar figures