The Victor’s Compassion

Outside the valley, the troop charged forth.

"Xiao Huang!"

Zhou Hao slapped his shoulder, and a palm-sized ant on his shoulder quickly climbed down. The ant transformed and was as huge as a big truck on the ground.

Zhou Hao rolled over and triggered his conscious power. The golden ant fluttered its wings and took off from the ground, and Zhou Hao was going to ride on top of it.

"Zhou Hao, give me a lift!" Liu Heng took few strides to catch up with him, he did a flip and landed on top of the Golden Queen Ant's body.

"Hold on tight!"

The two of them dashed forward.

Liu Xue and He Ling were lagging behind, but they used motion arts and were able to zip through the snow without leaving a single trace behind.

Soon, they were inside the Scorpion Corps's camp, which was in ruins. The caravans were all blown up and only one tent remained in good condition. The flames illuminated their surroundings.

"Enemy attack, here it comes!"