The Ant Tribe had fallen into complete chaos as all of them began to scurry around with zero sense of direction.
Without an overriding consciousness governing their actions, the Ant Tribe's army posed next to no threat. They didn't even have the intelligence to stage a retreat, all of them were simply moving according to their most primitive instincts.
The cultivators initiated a counterattack at this moment. A series of powerful immortal spells rained down upon the aimlessly scurrying ants amid a sea of exploding flesh and blood. Soon, the dead bodies of the Ant Tribe's army had covered the entirety of the border of the Abyss of Evil.
The defensive line pushed on ahead, slowly approaching the Realm of White Sand. After a while, the waves of giant ants had been completely decimated by the counterattacking cultivators.
