"How did I not realize this?!" Percival thought, frustrated by the situation.
He was the one who warned about the danger of the ants' communication abilities. He should have known that the worker ants might have relayed information to the ant general the moment they saw them.
The ants had deliberately ignored them because the ant general had ordered them to do so.
Now, the ants began leaping toward them. Percival struck down the approaching ants with his Unseen Hand, buying time for Allen to protect the other two.
The ants' attacks were simple yet deadly—they lunged forward with terrifying speed, slashing with their razor-sharp arms or snapping their mandibles with bone-crushing force. Allen, fully aware of their attack patterns, dodged effortlessly, weaving through their assault like a shadow in the storm.