Yet under the Infinite Blade Lord's saber, the power they've accumulated is as fragile as paper.
The entire Daluo Ant Clan is still like ants on that human-skinned demon's chopping block, only to be slaughtered at will.
The vast ant swarm was forced to abandon the battlefield's worthless corpses and fragments, flying skyward en masse.
They moved like a flock of sheep driven by a shepherd, proceeding northward quickly and orderly.
For the next thirty days, they crossed the Endless Icefield and the Red Gobi.
Consort Zhuang probed Chu Xisheng's limits; their marching speed must not fall below fifty thousand miles a day.
Falling below fifty thousand miles would draw punishment from Chu Xisheng!
For the Daluo Ant Clan, flying fifty thousand miles a day was indeed very strenuous.
Not to mention those with merely the sixth and seventh rank, lacking combat ability; even the low-ranked soldier ants could barely accomplish it.
