Seeing the battle between Black Sheep and Heavenly-Ox enter a white-hot stage, Yan Zhichun withdrew her anxious gaze and looked toward the “Ant” before her.

When she wrote the four characters “Here to kill Heavenly-Ox,” the “Ant” grabbed her hand and began writing a reply. But he wrote slowly and abstractly, so Yan Zhichun didn’t dare divide her attention and could only wait quietly.

Before long, the “Ant” finished writing and patted Yan Zhichun’s palm. At that moment, Yan Zhichun combined those crooked radicals and components in her mind and instantly felt something wasn’t right.

Those four characters read—

“Who is Heavenly-Ox?”

“You…” Yan Zhichun froze for a moment, feeling the situation had become strange.

She wanted to speak to explain the situation but realized the other party couldn’t hear at all. But if she had to express everything happening now to this “Ant” through writing in his palm… wouldn’t that be too cumbersome?

But why wouldn’t he know of Heavenly-Ox’s existence?

Everyone said Heavenly-Ox was the manager of all “Ants,” yet the “Ants” themselves didn’t know?

Could it be because she possessed “Concealment,” causing the “Ants” to be completely unaware of Heavenly-Ox’s existence?

But then again, the “Ants” were already deaf and blind—even if Heavenly-Ox didn’t have “Concealment,” so what?

“Wait…”

Yan Zhichun’s eyes suddenly widened at this moment as several subtle clues gradually connected together.

“Zhoumo…!” She turned her head and called out loudly, “Zhoumo! Come over here!”

“Tsk!!!”

“I really can’t figure you out! Are you quarreling with the ‘Ants’ again, you bitch?!”

“Stop wasting words! Come quickly!” Yan Zhichun shouted.

As Zhoumo jogged over, Yan Zhichun quickly organized her thoughts in her mind.

What was their ultimate goal in “Liberating the Ants”?

It was to make these “Ants” stop searching for eyeballs in the “Land of Ends” and instead search for eyeballs on the “Train.”

In this way, the “Ants” would not only take away the scattered “Daos” in the rooms but would also pounce on those “Celestial-level” beings carrying eyeballs on their bodies. Over a thousand “Ants” would become an elite strike force. This battle could be won.

It was precisely because everyone on the “Train” understood the severity of this matter that this “Door” could only be opened by the most suitable person.

And that person couldn’t reveal themselves.

Heavenly-Ox’s “Concealment” destined her to be the most suitable person to manage the “Ants.” After all, once she revealed herself, the eyeballs on her body would be perceived by the “Ants,” causing them to swarm and attack. So every time she entered the “Cargo Hold,” she had to activate “Concealment” in advance.

This wasn’t because the “Ants” were treacherous—rather, the survival rules of the “Ants” were simply like this.

Heavenly-Ox had never spoken, her purpose should be not to deepen the “Extreme Path’s” conviction. Because making a sound meant there was a person, and a person meant they could lock onto the target. The “Extreme Path” would try to launch various “Echoes” to attack her.

The current Heavenly-Ox was stuck in an awkward position. She couldn’t reveal herself, couldn’t leave, and couldn’t speak. Only by finding a way to kill everyone here would she possibly be able to escape.

“Wait… that’s still not right…” Yan Zhichun imitated Baiyang’s manner of stroking her chin as numerous clues instantly ran through her brain. “Why can’t Heavenly-Ox leave…? She could leave if she wanted to, so why doesn’t she leave?”

Perhaps even Heavenly-Ox herself never imagined that from beginning to end she had never revealed herself, had never spoken half a word, had only been attacking and killing people, yet a “Participant” was about to analyze everything about her through just the four characters “Who is Heavenly-Ox” written by an “Ant.”

Yan Zhichun closed her eyes. After stroking her chin, she began closing her eyes and rubbing her temples, muttering to herself: “Yan Zhichun… calm down. Yang Ge said you’re smarter than you think.”

Zhoumo ran to Yan Zhichun’s side at this moment, panting as she said: “Tsk, what the hell is wrong with you, bitch? So urgent, I fucking thought you went to the battlefield and forgot to bring your gun.”

“Forgot to bring a gun…?” Yan Zhichun suddenly widened her eyes. “I’ve got it… I understand…”

She turned to look at where Black Sheep and Heavenly-Ox had been fighting. A bold idea formed in her mind.

She can’t leave—is it because she’s carrying something…?

She has “Concealment,” so she makes things around her “Concealed” as well. If she’s holding that thing, she can’t leave.

If she puts down that thing, the consequences would be unthinkable.

So she can only stay. So she can only kill people.

So she gets hit, because while attacking she has no way to defend.

So her killing power isn’t strong—that thing should be very large.

“There’s no ‘Door’ here to let the ‘Ants’ leave… which means she’s most likely carrying a ‘Door.'” Yan Zhichun kept muttering to herself. “I’ve connected it all…”

“Tsk, what have you connected?”

Yan Zhichun turned to Zhoumo and said: “That old man really is skilled… There truly is a ‘path to victory’ here…”

“Uh…” Zhoumo paused after hearing this. “How come I can’t understand? Could it be that only a bitch like you can find that so-called path to victory here? Anyone else would get lost.”

“Huh? Are you praising me?” Yan Zhichun asked somewhat incredulously.

“How is your face so thick?” Zhoumo said. “Tsk, just hurry up and tell me what you want me to do.”

“Zhoumo! Use Voice Transmission with this ‘Ant’!” She said with an excited expression. “Your ‘Voice Transmission’—as long as you touch the other person, you can make them hear your voice, right?”

“Theoretically, yes.”

“So ears aren’t needed.” Yan Zhichun continued.

“Tsk, isn’t that obvious?” Zhoumo answered with a frown. “Even if it’s several kilometers away I can transmit it. This already has nothing to do with ears, right?”

“Then that’s perfect.” Yan Zhichun nodded. “I need you to tell this ‘Ant’ everything about the current situation. If he can respond, he should be able to give us tactics that will lead to victory.”

“Uh… where do I start from?”

“Start from ‘Who is Heavenly-Ox.'”

“Tsk, alright then.”

Zhoumo nodded, reached out to touch the “Ant,” then began reciting silently in her heart.

The “Ant’s” fearful emotions seemed even stronger than before. He seemed to have never realized he could still hear sounds.

A moment later, he began nodding frequently, as if he had heard extremely good news.

In just a few words, Zhoumo explained that Heavenly-Ox was the person who managed all the “Ants,” while she herself, as a member of the “Extreme Path,” had gathered here with numerous teammates, preparing to kill Heavenly-Ox and liberate the “Ants.”

After hearing this, the “Ant’s” facial expression kept twitching. Many pieces of information, like a large bundle of lifelines, simultaneously exploded in his mind, flying to every corner of the sky.