The Little Antler Ant's eyes were bright red. It roared and, instead of retreating, lunged forward, falling into a rage.
Fortunately, Meng Tian Zheng stepped in at the crucial moment. With quick eyes and hands, he pulled back the Little Antler Ant, who was already teetering on the edge of fury.
"Don't be impulsive, you are no match for it, recklessly rushing forward will only result in death. You are one of the Ten Evil, also a Fairy King Seed, and the only surviving descendant of the Heavenly Horned Ant Clan in the world. If you die, the Heavenly Horned Ant Clan will be completely erased from the world.
It's better to preserve oneself. Once your lineage reaches Completion, you can ascend to the Realm of the Fairy King. By then, you can easily suppress your enemies and avenge your family and friends."
Meng Tian Zheng's robe fluttered, his sleeves waving in the breeze. His eyes were as clear and unyielding as frost, seemingly untouched by the dust of the world.