"An ant army below?"
Xiao Poor Thing asked, her scalp tingling at the sight of the ground covered in fallen leaves rippling like waves. It was hard to imagine how many ants were marching underneath.
"Everyone, pay more attention," Chu Ge said. "Spread out and avoid letting the ants crawl up."
Though ants are small, if they amass into an army of a few hundred million, they could devour a fierce animal down to its bare bones in a matter of tens of seconds.
Chu Ge, Xiao Poor Thing, Gu Tianjiao, Xiao Ming, Chi Lian, and Local Snake—only six of them remained; they had to be careful.
If those ants climbed the trees, they would likely lose a few more people.
Currently, only Chu Ge and Local Snake could fly.
"Let's climb up a bit to avoid being spotted," Gu Tianjiao suggested. "If one of the ants is a Survivor, and it gets separated, it could lead an entire army to follow."
Gu Tianjiao spoke up, proposing that everyone stay away from the ground.