The Ghost King Bees withdrew. After their Beast King fled, they too chose to retreat.
The martial artists of Golden Lion Ridge did not pursue them, nor did they have the strength to do so.
Everyone looked at one another. The sky was already empty, as though the Ghost King Bees had never come.
Only the ground, blanketed in corpses, could prove how brutal the earlier battle had been.
The martial artists of Golden Lion Ridge were already well accustomed to such sights. With the two lamp bearers of the Cicada-Holding Directorate having withdrawn, they looked to Yang Ling, waiting for his orders.
The White Bone General stood beside Yang Ling. Without exception, the martial artists of Golden Lion Ridge looked at it with deep awe in their eyes.
Not only had it just driven off the Ghost King Bee Beast King, but after joining the battlefield, it had killed at least three to five hundred Ghost King Bees every second.
During their retreat, the Ghost King Bees had left behind at least thirty to fifty thousand corpses!
Whether they were players from Zhao State or players from other regions.
Only at this moment did they truly grasp how terrifying the true upper limit of Yang Bangyi's strength was.
By the classifications of the Divine Realm Native martial artists, they were now certain that Yang Bangyi was a fourth-rank grandmaster!
For players who were generally still at ninth rank or unranked, this was much like everyone attending school together, only for one person to have just finished elementary school while another had already become a professor and returned to teach.
"Some of you will stand guard for now, in case the Ghost King Bees return.
"The rest will clean up the battlefield to prevent an epidemic."
Yang Ling gave his