191: C191 His Opponent Is too Weak What Should I Do

C191 His Opponent Is too Weak What Should I Do

While Ye Zhi was teaching her sister how to fight, the other members of the gang were also getting worried.

It wasn't because its opponent was too strong. On the contrary, to it, such an opponent was too weak.

Too weak to be careless and kill them all.

Liu Yu, who described the number of Heterologous as darker than the number one, was an ant.

These ants were the size of an adult's palm, and their black carapaces were as hard as armor to protect them. Their giant, exaggerated jaws were like sharp scissors, and if they squeezed with all their strength, they could easily cut off a person's finger bones.

These ants were the tyrants within the Qingxi Mountains, so their strongest fighting strength was only at Common Stage. Level 8 was something that could only produce ants in the clan, an ant that could not even move.

The average fighting strength of this colony of ants was merely Common Stage. Level two, however, was a dark tide that terrified the Heterologous. Everywhere it passed, it was barren land.

There was no choice, there were simply too many ants, continuous and unending. There were tens of thousands of units of ants and they were not afraid of death either. Even Spirit Stage would feel fear in their hearts when they saw them.

Once surrounded by the black tide, they would turn into a pile of white bones within moments.

Unfortunately, although this group of ants was tyrannical, they had met their match today.

Being able to easily cause the earth to cave in and the mountains to collapse was already an unparalleled battlefield skill. Although it might not be very effective against strong people, against cannon fodder who were weaker in strength, it was still a divine skill of mowing grass.

One kill, one kill.

Black Ants were strong in numbers, unafraid of death and unending in numbers. However, their individual strength was nothing to a comrade like Si Wen Ming, who could easily crush them to death.

The only difference was that these Heterologous and black ants could last as long as they wanted.

But that was all.

Fourth, Comrades only need to use stomp three times, and this black tide, which made countless Heterologous tremble in fear, will become history.

The kind-hearted Comrade Four was unwilling to do more killing, and Tree God still needed this batch of ants to dig a hole for him.

4 After some thought, some comrades decided to greet the queen ant who was in charge of this black tide and advised her to abandon her evil and do good.

"Moo!"

A deep voice rumbled like thunder in the sky above the ant's nest. The spiritual fluctuations inside could be explained as follows: "You have already been surrounded by me. Now obediently surrender. It's not too late to abandon your evil, otherwise I, Old Cow, will be serious."

Humanity's anger flowed out from the compound eyes of the Queen that was hidden deep underground. This foolish and arrogant fool actually wanted her to kneel down and surrender. He was truly courting death!

The only one who responded was the Queen Ant, the countless black Heterologous ants gushed out from the ground towards the comrades, brimming with killing intent.

They will use their mandibles to tear this ignorant fool who dares to offend their queen to pieces!

4 Comrade Shi Mu's huge eyes looked a little wronged. He had tried to persuade them in a gentle voice, but the group of ants actually wanted to tear him apart.

Is there any justice?

There was still the royal law?

Some of the comrades were very angry. They raised their front hooves high up in the air. The surroundings were suffused with a yellow halo, giving off a kind of thick and solid feeling.

Boom!

His front hooves stomped heavily on the ground.

Kacha, kacha ~

The fine cracks spread out in all directions. The cracks grew larger and larger, finally forming a dark crevice. The earth began to crack and collapse.1

Before the black tide could even get close to him, they had already fallen into the ditch, causing countless casualties.

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