Xiao Ming and his companions had been soaring through the skies for only a few moments, but it felt as though hours had passed.
The weight of his decision to intervene in the battle with the Blood Ants still pressed heavily on his shoulders, a burden that refused to dissipate.
He knew from experience that these insects were anything but forgiving—once provoked, they would hold a grudge, their relentless nature making them a persistent threat.
Yet, Xiao Ming couldn't bring himself to care. If any of them dared to recklessly charge at him, he wouldn't hesitate to initiate them into his colony. After all, it would only take a few more soul strings to bind them to his will.
The Heavenly Flame Sword cut through the air with piercing speed, its fiery aura leaving a trail of golden embers in its wake.