After Zhoumo finished speaking, she looked at him, seemingly waiting for the “Ant” to reply.

Before long, she indeed began receiving a response. That person’s voice sounded relatively young. He truly hadn’t talked to anyone in a very long time—the voice transmitted into Zhoumo’s mind had even disordered grammar.

But Zhoumo still generally understood what he meant.

She listened for a moment and soon raised her eyebrows, then nodded.

“What did he say?” Yan Zhichun asked from the side.

“Tsk, you’re one lucky bitch.” Zhoumo turned and said. “This guy is actually an ‘Ant Boss.'”

“Uh…” Yan Zhichun paused. “So he can control the ‘Ants’?”

“More or less.” Zhoumo nodded. “He basically means that as long as all the ‘Ants’ can sense that Heavenly-Ox has eyeballs on her body, they’ll start taking action.”

Yan Zhichun nodded after hearing this, but instantly felt something wasn’t right.

Heavenly-Ox had “Concealment.” Based on her current stuck situation, she couldn’t possibly cancel “Concealment” no matter what. So how could they make the “Ants” sense her eyeballs?

But besides that, there was an even more important question that needed to be clarified.

“They can’t speak, so how will he notify all the ‘Ants’?” Yan Zhichun asked again.

“Tsk, I don’t know either. Let me ask.”

Before long, Zhoumo answered: “Asked him. He says he can show you.”

The Ant slowly crouched down, placed both hands on the ground, then began lightly tapping.

“Light-heavy-heavy-heavy.”

“Light-light-light.”

“Heavy.”

“Heavy-light.”

“Morse code…?” Yan Zhichun said with a frown. “J-strike, S-kill, T-Tian, N-Niu?”

“You even know this?” Zhoumo asked. “Tsk, I told you anyone else would get lost.”

“I just happened to see it in a book.”

“Oh…” Zhoumo paused and said again, “You can’t understand our ‘Cat’ whistle signals, right?”

“You…”

Yan Zhichun had no time to bicker with Zhoumo. She just felt she had once again underestimated the “Ants.”

What a realistic yet tragic situation this was?

They had no way to speak like normal people, so they really had learned to communicate through touch like insects. After all, they had countless days to move around here. If they couldn’t find a way to communicate, loneliness and fear alone would be enough to kill their reason.

But the “Ants” couldn’t hear at all. How could this Morse code be conveyed to over a thousand companions across the entire field?

Just as Yan Zhichun was thinking this, she saw the “Ant” continuously repeating these four rhythms. Soon, the “Ant” closest to him began imitating, tapping out the exact same rhythm.

Then came the “Ants” even farther away. They continuously repeated the rhythm, passing it to the nearest person beside them.

Only then did Yan Zhichun discover that the “Ants'” positioning was also particular. They seemed to be separated by fixed distances—neither causing them to touch each other, yet allowing them to feel the vibrations of others tapping the ground.

In just one minute, almost all the “Ants” across the entire field began repeating these four rhythms. Each person’s sound wasn’t loud, yet at a certain moment they suddenly became perfectly uniform.

“Light-heavy-heavy-heavy.”

“Light-light-light.”

“Heavy.”

“Heavy-light.”

This inspiring sound was like the pulse of the entire earth, beating tensely together with everyone’s hearts.

“The ‘Ants’…” Yan Zhichun murmured as she watched this rare scene. “Everyone here wants to live…”

Since the plan had surfaced, what needed to be done next was to completely execute this plan. After all, the information the Ants gave was already sufficient. They wouldn’t know about the matters that needed to be asked next.

“How can we make Heavenly-Ox reveal an eyeball…?”

“Tsk, what are you saying?” Zhoumo asked.

Yan Zhichun shook her head: “Nothing. Zhoumo, tell this ‘Ant’ to have them stand by. I’ll create an opportunity soon.”

“Alright.” Zhoumo nodded, bowed her head, and muttered a few words.

After hearing this, the “Ant” changed his tapping rhythm again, as if transmitting a second message to all the “Ants.”

Yan Zhichun walked to the side and crouched behind another “Ant” to conceal her form, then lowered her head to look at the ground.

At this moment, she needed to concentrate completely. She had to understand the “Ants'” working principle and the direction of their upcoming attack.

Black Sheep had already begun getting injured. Although he had hit Heavenly-Ox, if this continued, who knew who would die first. She didn’t understand Heavenly-Ox, much less know whether this person would choose mutual destruction or self-preservation when facing a desperate situation.

As Yan Zhichun was thinking, she discovered a few blood spots within her field of vision.

She reached out and touched the blood spots on the ground, feeling her train of thought open up a bit more again.

The “Ants'” goal was to collect eyeballs, but why hadn’t a single “Ant” taken action now?

There were dozens of “Extreme Path” members gathered here, and each one of them had eyeballs. Why wouldn’t the “Ants” attack the “Extreme Path”?

Not only that, even from her perspective of preserving memories long-term in the “Land of Ends,” she had never heard of any incidents of “Ants” harming people. Most “Ants” even intentionally avoided light sources and crowds.

In other words, although the “Ants” wanted “eyeballs,” there was a most basic principle—they wouldn’t take the eyeballs of living people.

This rule had to exist. Otherwise, whenever the “Ants” went out at night, they would surely target all eyeballs. Over time, the “Participants” would only rise up to fight back, and the “Ants” would die in large numbers. This didn’t align with Qinglong’s intentions.

Qinglong only wanted to turn this place into a hopeless assembly line where all the things that drove people to collapse would happen methodically.

So the “Ants” were set to only take eyeballs “that no one wanted.”

“No… not entirely.” Yan Zhichun raised her head and looked at the numerous “Extreme Path” corpses in the center of the plaza. She felt this principle needed to be refined a bit more. After all, corpses’ eyeballs also counted as having no owner.

A more complete way of putting it should be that “Ants won’t take the eyeballs that belong to humans themselves.”

Whether it was “Daos” or those eyeballs transplanted onto the bodies of “Celestial-level” beings, ultimately they were all external objects. And the “Ants'” target was precisely to find these external objects.

“Which means…” Yan Zhichun stared at the ground, her brain spinning rapidly. “If Heavenly-Ox won’t actively reveal herself, we need to throw someone else’s eyeball onto her body, and this eyeball cannot be affected by ‘Concealment.'”

Although Yan Zhichun listed out the conditions one by one, it must be said the operational difficulty was extremely high, leaving her unable to find any leads for the moment.

Meanwhile, after the last collision between Black Sheep and Heavenly-Ox in the distance, both sides had begun being cautious. Black Sheep no longer shouted provocations, only cautiously watching his surroundings. As for Heavenly-Ox, who knew where she was hiding, continuing to conceal her form.

Yan Zhichun had a premonition that if they didn’t find a solution before their next collision, Black Sheep would undoubtedly lose. Even if he could counterattack, he probably couldn’t stand up again.

“Only one chance, need to make two preparations…” Yan Zhichun raised her head and looked at the remaining teammates in the distance. “It’s time to demonstrate the ‘Extreme Path’s’ cooperation…”

After saying this, she paused, suddenly thinking of something.

There weren’t only “Extreme Path” members here—there were also several external allies. Besides Officer Li and Su Shan, there were also Bai Jiu and Luo Shiyi.

“Zhoumo!” Yan Zhichun said. “I’ll give you a few names. If they’re still alive, help me go touch them.”