A bundle of grass could only produce a limited amount of thick smoke.
After trying for a while, Qin Shaofeng gave another order, telling everyone to light a bundle of grass each. They were not to truly set it ablaze, but to make as much thick smoke as possible.
Everyone looked utterly puzzled, yet they still complied.
Not far away, the Heaven Devouring Tree Clan had all become suspicious.
Why were these people shrouding themselves in that kind of thick smoke? Were they planning to choke themselves to death?
It had to be said that Chen Qingyi and the others had similar thoughts.
Unfortunately.
In their team, only Gusu Hanxing and Wuxin were qualified to question Qin Shaofeng.
Gusu Hanxing trusted Qin Shaofeng without condition.
As for Wuxin, for some unknown reason, he had no intention of questioning Qin Shaofeng either.
That made Qin Shaofeng's decision go through smoothly.
Only when even Qin Shaofeng felt he could barely endure the thick smoke did he reluctantly send everyone a mental transmission, ordering them to advance.
The group finally began moving.
Qin Shaofeng and his group truly felt as though the Heaven Devouring Tree Clan's guess might come true at any moment—they might choke themselves to death.
They had traveled less than a thousand zhang.
The divine senses Qin Shaofeng and the others had spread out revealed that countless giant wasps were soaring into the sky across the vast grassland.
Individually, the wasps were indeed much larger than ordinary wasps, but they were only the size of an infant's fist, utterly unworthy of the name Sky-Covering.
Yet when an endless swarm of wasps gathered together, they truly blotted out the sky and covered the sun.
Qin Shaofeng and the others felt their scalps go numb.
Not to mention that their cultivation was