Ice spread rapidly across the ground with him at its center. A thick layer instantly swept over the Army Ants charging toward him, and those that had just leaped into the air froze into lumps of ice before they could land on He Yi.
Clatter, clatter!
The lumps of ice fell, shattering into icy fragments all over the ground.
Thousands upon thousands of Combat Ants were gone just like that. Jiang Hao's heart ached at the sight. After wiping out a mass of Army Ants, He Yi continued racing through the camp. Seeing this, Jiang Hao could only withdraw the Army Ants for now. The Explosive Ants had already achieved something-not only had they wreaked havoc on so many people, they had accomplished his objective. That was enough.
His aim was not to kill people, but to turn the enemy camp upside down and keep them from resting properly. With them unable to muster any energy during the day, he wanted to see what these Northern Barbarians would have left to fight him with!
No longer in any mood to sleep, He Yi had dressed himself fully and sat upright inside his command tent, his expression shifting between gloom and uncertainty. He kept feeling there was something suspicious about the Army Ants' appearance, but he could not put his finger on what exactly it was.
Soon, the tally was ready.
A subordinate rushed into the command tent, sweating profusely from all the work, and reported breathlessly, "General, six hundred and thirty tents were attacked by Army Ants. Most of the people inside were injured by some strange poisonous substance and scratched their skin raw."
Before he had finished, He Yi fixed him with a venomous stare and said through gritted teeth, "I want exact numbers. How many dead? How many