Yet under the Infinite Blade Lord’s saber, the power they’ve accumulated is as fragile as paper.
The entire Daluo Ant Clan is still like ants on that human-skinned demon’s chopping block, only to be slaughtered at will.
The vast ant swarm was forced to abandon the battlefield’s worthless corpses and fragnts, flying skyward en masse.
They moved like a flock of sheep driven by a shepherd, proceeding northward quickly and orderly.
For the next thirty days, they crossed the Endless Icefield and the Red Gobi.
Consort Zhuang probed Chu Xisheng’s limits; their marching speed must not fall below fifty thousand miles a day.
Falling below fifty thousand miles would draw punishnt from Chu Xisheng!
For the Daluo Ant Clan, flying fifty thousand miles a day was indeed very strenuous.
Not to ntion those with rely the sixth and seventh rank, lacking combat ability; even the low-ranked soldier ants could barely accomplish it.
Moreover, their journey northward was entirely undertaken at high intensity.
The Ant Clan, though, lacks the concept of sleep.
If only they had; Consort Zhuang would surely plunge the whole clan into sleep and gather the strongest warriors within the clan to fight Chu Xisheng.
They might suffer heavy casualties but wouldn’t be at the rcy of slaughter.
But they do not sleep, unlike the Human Clan and Giant Spirits who possess a spine.
Yet this doesn’t an they don’t need rest; they all stop activities periodically to let their bodies rest, assimilating internal blood and flesh to prevent limb and flesh mutation.
However, under Chu Xisheng’s coercion, they could only march northward at full speed without rest.
They had to exhaust a large amount of Qi Blood Essence Power to sustain bodily consumption.
anwhile, they had to collect as much ’food’ as possible to fortify their power.
The worker ants in the clan were powerless to manage; only the middle and high-tier soldier ants could act, killing any life they encountered along the way to absorb their Qi-Blood Essence Power, without hindering the marching pace.
With the painstaking efforts of the Daluo Ant Clan’s many high-level leaders, the entire swarm’s power not only didn’t diminish after the long journey but unexpectedly grew stronger.
Just as they crossed the Red Gobi into the Central Earth Territory.
The clan’s strength may not have fully recovered from the ti they escaped Ten Thousand Cave Mountain, but they now had one hundred and twenty male ants with super-grade innate divine bodies. Many soldier ant elders were gradually regaining strength.
Upon crossing the desolate Red Gobi into Central Earth, they found no sign of human habitation.
Where they passed along, there were no Giant Spirits, nor any Slave Tribes, only so beasts living in the wilderness and so small tribes inhabiting harsh lands.
"This is a scorched-earth strategy."
Consort Zhuang flew amongst the insect swarm, unsurprised by the developnts ahead: "Those Giant Spirits dare not confront us directly."
At this point, over a month had passed since they began their journey northward from Heavenly Do Mountain.
Buzhou Mountain and Central Earth’s Giant Spirits should have reacted by now.
Their approach, however, was not direct confrontation but a scorched-earth strategy; astonishingly, Buzhou Mountain had withdrawn on a large scale, relocating all Giant Spirit tribes and Slave Tribes from before the ant swarm’s path.
"Not confronting us directly is wise."
The aura of the Daluo Ant Queen was unusually cold: "Now unless those upper-level gods descend with blood and flesh avatars, nobody in Central Earth can stop them. That would only bolster our clan’s strength, indirectly enhancing his sword power."
The Daluo Ant Queen turned to look a thousand miles behind, at Chu Xisheng who was sitting cross-legged with closed eyes on the Bathing Sun Divine Ship: "Yet it’s futile; Buzhou Mountain is densely populated—thousands of tribes, tens of billions of people—they can’t migrate faster than our clan. Where can they hide?"
Their current direction was aid at Buzhou Mountain.
Chu Xisheng had been maneuvering their marching route all along.
The Daluo Ant Queen then glanced sideways at Consort Zhuang: "Daughter, you’ve spent over eight hundred years outside, familiar with the world’s affairs. What do you judge; will the gods descend upon Buzhou Mountain?"
Buzhou Mountain is the highest sacred mountain in the world, its summit nearly piercing the nine-layered cloud sky.
It’s where all gods most easily descend with avatars and powers.
Consort Zhuang hesitated slightly as she spoke: "I’m uncertain; if it were ten years ago, the gods would never sit idly by and let Chu Xisheng rampage in Central Earth. But now, I can’t make an accurate judgnt."
Consort Zhuang recalled the intelligence she had gathered while beside Emperor Jianyuan, complex emotions flowing through her multifaceted eyes: "To my knowledge, the Demon God Burial Sky is about to fall and demonize within two years. No! Maybe there’s a little more than a year left now.
Furthermore, Buzhou Mountain’s current Heavenly Emperor is fully reviving the Fire God ’Yanrong’; it is said he is about to succeed. Yin God Yue Xi is assisting Emperor Jianyuan in replicating the initial ’Heavenly Gaze’, while Yang God Tai Hao is continuously collecting the scattered body remnants in the world."
Consort Zhuang indeed felt complex.
On the one hand, she hoped to obtain more food and acquire more Qi Blood Essence Power, allowing the clan to regain strength; on the other hand, she sincerely hoped soone might push back Chu Xisheng or even kill him, freeing her clan from this demon’s control.
The Daluo Ant Queen’s thoughts cooled slightly: "The Fire God Tribe is reviving the Fire God ’Yanrong’? Seems Buzhou Mountain is in trouble, how inconveniently tid."
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