"They're Marching Ants!" Song Xiaodong reminded everyone.
"Head of the Song clan, this is the Corpse Ant Formation, your Dragon Gate Turning Palm can break it!" The Young Taoist turned his head and said to Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong pondered briefly, then took a porcelain bottle from his Huai. The moment he opened it, a burst of overpowering fragrance wafted out.
Song Xiaodong poured out a pellet, a pitch-black elixir, then hurled it hard; no one knew exactly where it landed.
After the elixir hit the ground, the ants beneath their feet changed. They no longer crawled along the ground at random, but began moving in a single direction, and stopped gnawing at people's clothes and bodies.
If Song Xiaodong and the others had been looking from the sky, they would have clearly seen the ants begin to circle endlessly around a certain point.
The center of the circle, of course, was that elixir Song Xiaodong had thrown.
Biologists call this phenomenon an ant death spiral.
