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Ji Yu and his comrades evaded the vines rushing towards them. Looking at this situation, their faces were as white as a sheet.

Swarms of ants rushed over rapidly and instantly engulfed any empty surface of the swamp. Some of the ants had even climbed onto Zhan Beiye and started biting him profusely. Panic surged through Meng Fuyao, and her vision went black.

On the other hand, Zhan Beiye was surprisingly calm. His eyes were glued to the ants and spared no glance towards Meng Fuyao. As those ants came closing in, Zhan Beiye immediately opened his mouth and forced out his Qi.

The force of the Qi flipped the ants over, and they rolled out of the way. However, as he exerted force, Zhan Beiye sunk into the swamp.