Fortunately, the Marching Ants seemed to have a set objective. They followed a predetermined route, showing no intention of stopping to attack Ning Xuan and her group.
However, Di Youlin was positioned directly in the path of the advancing Marching Ants.
"Di Youlin, get out of the way!" Ning Xuan shouted anxiously when she saw he wasn't moving.
Both of Di Youlin's legs were already trapped in quicksand. The soles of his feet were stuck fast, and he couldn't pull them out. To protect against venomous insects and beasts, the military boots they wore had soft leather gaiters that extended up to their knees, making it impossible to just kick them off.
"There's something under this quicksand. My legs are stuck," Di Youlin said, his gaze turning fierce as he watched the approaching swarm of Marching Ants. 'If they get any closer, I'll have no choice but to annihilate them.'
