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Big patches of ants were flattened and burned to death. No matter how fierce and how many ants there were, they were unable to withstand such ferocious attacks and finally, they retreated. The black cloud that was formed out of the ants finally unrolled back slowly. They gathered and slowly disappeared, escaping back into their nest.

As the ants dispersed, the young man's body started to reveal itself - it was no longer the body of a human, but a skeleton with bits and pieces of meat hanging on, with the meat being scorched black and crumbly like cotton candy, falling off with every movement.

Yet, he was still alive, still rolling.

This skeleton rolled to the broken whip as everyone watched, stretched out the hand that was left with nothing but a few knuckles. With all his strength that came from unknown origins, he caught the whip and pulled.