"Submit, or die!"
The sharp tip of the Falling Dust Sword, radiating a devouring cold light, pressed against the throat of the Ninth Prince. Xiao Yi towered over him, looking down emotionlessly.
The chill emanating from the sword's edge seemed to penetrate to the bone.
Gulp!
The Ninth Prince swallowed hard, his gaze toward Xiao Yi still filled with shock and uncertainty, as if he were looking at a monstrous being, "How did you manage to do it? There's no one in the world capable of evolving the Martial Dao Fasxiang of God Devouring Ants into an army of God Devouring Ants. How did you do it?"
Ever since obtaining the God Devouring Ants.
The Ninth Prince and the power behind him hadn't spared any effort to toy with the idea of an army of God Devouring Ants. Dozens of supremely talented geniuses had tried to ponder the core of God Devouring Ants to condense their Martial Tao Skill.
The results were invariably the disintegration of their Fasxiang.
