Soon, the Soldier Ants had gathered the bodies of the mushroom-heads, piling them into a small hill.
The Soldier Ants seemed to have no intention of sharing the spoils with Han Ning and his group.
Under their leader's command, about twenty Soldier Ants split off, carrying some of the smaller mushroom-head corpses as they flew back in the direction they had come.
Another five Soldier Ants split off to stand guard by the pile of bodies.
The remaining twenty-five—the most noticeably large Soldier Ants—readjusted their formation, arranging themselves into two rows.
"CHITTER!"
Xiaohong leaped down from behind one of the Soldier Ants, scampered over to Han Ning, chittered at the group, and then ran back.
Luo Chen asked, confused, "What is it saying?"
Lin Tianhe explained with an air of expertise, "Emm… Xiaohong and I are close. It's probably telling us to get on the Soldier Ants' backs."
As he spoke, he took his Xiaoyu and expertly climbed onto the back of one of the Soldier Ants.
