The Ghost King Bees were indeed just as the two lampbearers had said: they had no concept of death.
As they approached the battlefield, they swarmed down, charging fearlessly at the human warriors.
In just an instant, both sides suffered enormous casualties.
The martial artists and soldiers resisting the Beast Tide on the Western Route numbered at least fifty thousand.
Although they could not match the Ghost King Bees in numbers, the difference in strength between the two sides was actually small.
The Ghost King Bees had ordinary attributes. Their only advantages were their speed, their highly venomous stingers, and their fearlessness in the face of death!
Yang Ling's perception already covered the entire battlefield.
Every battle, large and small, registered clearly and accurately in his mind, and he analyzed them as quickly as possible.
Some ordinary soldiers were surrounded by Ghost King Bees, but they and their comrades-in-arms wielded blades and shields, forming shield formations to inflict enormous losses on the bees at the smallest possible cost in casualties!
As soldiers of the Abyssal Army, they had yet to enter the ranks, but years of fighting exotic beasts had given them considerable experience!
Looking at the martial artists from the various factions, whether they came from sects or were skilled fighters from the Precious Medicine Gang, they all performed well.
Many of these people are actually Abyssal Beast Cavern Natives.
Although they're afraid of exotic beasts, they're much better than ordinary people...
With that thought, Yang Ling looked at the thousand or so players from the various regions and sighed inwardly.
The players' performance was downright appalling.
Some hid behind others, wildly swinging their weapons, injuring their companions as well as the Ghost King Bees.
Some simply lay on the ground, clutching their heads and trembling, their legs having