With their souls ripped apart and scattered into fragments by the devastating vibrations of the Dark Soul Strings, the Blood Ants were effectively erased from existence—at least for now.
Xiao Ming knew better than to assume victory, however. These creatures, driven by their low-level intelligence and primal instincts, wouldn't retreat without a fight.
And so, he decided to entertain them a little longer, his lips curling into a cold smirk as he prepared for the next wave.
By now, the Divinity Body had fully charged Xiao Ming's energy reserves, pushing his attack power to its absolute limit.
His aura radiated an overwhelming pressure, a golden light suffusing his form as he stood ready to face the onslaught.
"KILL THE ENEMY!" The leader of the Blood Ant battalion roared, its voice a throaty screech that echoed across the island.
The command was laced with fury and desperation, spurred by the loss of yet another wave of its soldiers.