C859 Stupid Ants!!

"Ants!"

Zhong Wen stood suspended in the air, his face a mask of solemnity, his expression commanding authority. His voice boomed like a great bell, echoing the presence of a lofty sovereign. Each gesture he made exuded an overwhelming pressure that left onlookers breathless. "Myriad Swords!"

Behind him, hundreds of thousands of golden sword lights materialized in the sky