"Below, below! If you're still alive, make a sound!"
The noise from above made Luo Luo raise its antennae, while Blackhead beside it was already impatient, making indistinct "squeak squeak" sounds.
It squeaked more than once, clearly quite anxious...
It wasn't until the sound of digging above began that Luo Luo snapped back to reality, recalling the earth-shattering chaos, it couldn't help but shrink its head, trembling with fear.
The battlefield is a paradise for the powerful, hell for the weak, and a natural disaster for those even weaker!
And Luo Luo and the Ant Tribe around it undoubtedly belong to the weakest of the weak—they don't even count as soldiers. The moment the Demon Tribe launched their attack, these weak little guys could only shiver in the prepared Ground Caves, waiting for the outcome of the war. Live if victorious, die if defeated.
More pathetically, victory or defeat does not depend on them.
