"..."
The handsome man in the suit silently raised his head, staring intently at Dahan and calmly said, "I told you, it's not me."
A few ants of various shapes slowly crawled out from the sleeve of the Ant King's suit, lying obediently in his palm.
Dahan wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by Feather Snake beside him, "Alright, you and I both know, those creatures can't be related to the Ant King."
"Who knows..."
Dahan squinted, speaking gloomily, "Among the top fifty players, only a handful specialize in summoning,
perhaps he's been hiding his trump card all along, waiting for the current gate-capturing battle to officially reveal it, planning to pull off a sky-swapping act..."
"If those insects were under my control, do you think you'd still be standing here?"
The Ant King glanced at him indifferently and spoke calmly.
Dahan's expression slightly changed, he snorted coldly, and said nothing further.
