Before long, a swarm of gray giant bees came flying through the sky, blotting out heaven and earth. They resembled wasps, but were incomparably enormous, each two or three feet long, all at the Qi Gathering Stage.
Yan Chihuo thought to himself, So these are ghost bees? The Six-Winged Ghost Bee was also a kind of ghost bee. It had been born after devouring a vast number of its own kind, and its cultivation was therefore far greater. It had become the king of the ghost bees.
Although these ghost bees cultivated wind-attribute techniques, their spells and divine abilities were much weaker. However, they possessed an innate spell—the venomous stinger behind their tails. Its poison was extraordinarily potent. Moreover, they never acted alone, always moving in swarms. Though this was merely a group of Qi Gathering Stage ghost bees, even three to five Dao Foundation Stage ghosts would not dare provoke them lightly.
Seeing this swarm of ghost bees, Yan Chihuo was puzzled. He thought, Ghost bees may have keen eyesight, but these ones are so weak. What use could they possibly be in patrolling this place?
Just then, he heard one ghost bee say, "Xiao Wu, what do you think the boss sent us here for? So many of our companions died earlier. Aren't we just coming here to die?"
There were nearly a thousand ghost bees in this swarm. Fortunately, Yan Chihuo possessed the Spiritual Ear; otherwise, there was no way he could have distinguished their voices.
The ghost bee called Xiao Wu said, "The boss gave the order, so we just do as we're told. What's with all this nonsense?"
The leading ghost bee shouted, "Let's check out the cave ahead, then we can head back. I don't know why, but I've been jumpy here, seeing ghosts