When the short-haired self-cultivator killed off the hundredth black hell ant, his strength and vital essence had depleted quite a bit. As a result, his speed had decreased.
Right at this moment, the two black hell ants behind the short-haired self-cultivator suddenly bit and punctured his leg. The bites left two holes on his leg, and blood started gushing out from them.
The short-hair self-cultivator let out a loud painful groan.
The teeth of the black hell ants were sharp as daggers. They stabbed into the flesh of the short-haired self-cultivator and tore off a piece of flesh from his leg. In an instant, the two black ants had swallowed the flesh of the self-cultivator.
The short-haired self-cultivator's face was distorted by rage. He abruptly turned around and struck out his sword, killing off the black ants behind his back.
