From Xiao Ming's perspective, the once-cloudy sky above the island had undergone a dramatic transformation.
The dull gray expanse had shifted into a swirling vortex of crimson and black, as though the heavens themselves were bleeding.
The phenomenon resembled the chaotic billowing of a massive tornado, but this was no natural disaster. It was the approaching army of Blood Ants, their sheer numbers and malevolent aura distorting the very fabric of the environment.
Xiao Ming narrowed his eyes, channeling his dao qi to enhance his vision. The energy flowed through his visual capillaries, sharpening his sight to an almost supernatural degree.
Even from a distance, he could now discern the grotesque details of the Blood Ants. Their exoskeletons glistened like polished blood, serving as both armor and a cryptic warning.