The Old Man's reminder struck Wang Zhan like an enlightening sermon.
He initially focused on the immense power of the soldier ants' attack but neglected the flow of the Black Yellow Energy within him.
Then, it dawned on Wang Zhan what the Old Man's actions were really about.
The soldier ant, a King-level beast, had collided with him at such a terrifying speed, followed by a massive explosion.
If he hadn't had the protection of the Black Yellow Energy, that blast could have severely wounded him.
Now, he merely suffered minor external injuries. More precisely, he just had some bruising. His core was untouched. Was this not the protection offered by the Black Yellow Energy?
As this realization struck him, Wang Zhan's spirits were instantly uplifted. Facing the Old Man, he roared, "Bring it on! Let the soldier ants strike harder!"
Upon hearing Wang Zhan's roar, a vicious grin spread across the Old Man's face. He chuckled, "Well, lad, you asked for it!"
