The pitch-black killer ant, resembling a humanoid figure, was a terrifying expert at the pinnacle of pure-blood strength.
Its combat prowess could likely rival that of the eight lineage masters!
The killer ant tribe was renowned as a fierce and formidable tribe from the start.
Now, their tribe leader had descended personally—but was intercepted!
The assailant was radiant as a rainbow, possessing wings and exuding the aura of a true immortal—Paxton Foreman of the eight lineages of the human race.
Braydon Neal had encountered him previously in the Second Universe.
Paxton raised his left hand behind his back and pointed with his right hand towards the void, smiling faintly. "It seems the demon race holds our race's prodigy in high regard, to provoke the illustrious patriarch of the killer ant tribe."
"Paxton, you humans cannot shield that child!" The killer ant spoke with a stern and murderous aura.
