641 The weird job of the old assassin

The Agility of the weaver ants was not very high to begin with and now that they had gotten bigger their stiff legs had become something of a burden when it came to running. By the time the mutant insects realized that they had been caught once the sky glowed, a high-pitched shriek rang out from the rear of the army and they all shrieked in response before charging forward with murderous intent flashing in their eyes.

Bai Zemin's expression changed slightly upon hearing the high-pitched shriek but he soon calmed down. He could remember that the other mutant beasts and even Second Order Zombie General had the ability to command creatures of their kind to some extent so it didn't necessarily mean that there was a Third Order ant.

"Fire!"

His words were like the catalyst for the apocalypse, the switch for the end of the world.