Ghost Fan led the elite combat team, racing forward at full speed.
"Stop!"
Spruce shouted excitedly, "Ink Orchid did it! The White Poplar Ant King and Red Phellodendron Ant Queen have been beheaded."
Mountain Persimmon, who was running at the end of the team, also called out, "Everyone, look back! All those termites chasing us have collapsed!"
Looking back, not far behind, the ant swarms that had been chasing them like mad just a moment ago suddenly froze in place, then slowly all curled up and slumped to the ground.
White Willow, who had been scouting from above, spiraled down and landed on Ghost Fan's carapace, giving a brief report: "Ink Orchid succeeded, the Ant King and Ant Queen are dead, the ant horde is crippled."
—We did it!
—Victory?
—That's it? I haven't even gone all out yet.
—Ghost Fan, Mountain Persimmon, are you two unhurt? I haven't even used an ability!
—Quiet! Calm down! Everyone, don't celebrate too soon.
—What do we do next?
—Retreat?
—Keep fighting?
