Golden-Patterned Bee Queen

"Third Uncle!"

Woma lowered his voice and asked Zhang Ji beside him, "Should we make a move?"

To be honest, Woma felt a surge of excitement as he looked at the Six-Armed Demon Bear, which was plainly badly injured.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he, Woma, would one day receive the same treatment as the protagonists in those storybooks.

In a Soul Beast forest, two old Soul Beasts had fought and wounded each other, and one of them just happened to be an excellent match for the Soul Ring he needed.

What a coincidence!

Although the Golden-Patterned Bees' main fighting force had not suffered much damage, their vast numbers of younger worker bees had dropped like dumplings into a pot. Without their endlessly troublesome harassment and support, Woma honestly wasn't too worried about the older but relatively limited numbers of soldier bees and bee kings.

His Third Uncle Zhang Ji was a Soul Douluo, after all!

Those Golden-Patterned Bees were troublesome, but that was all they were.

As for the Six-Armed Demon Bear, a mere Soul Beast less than twenty thousand years old, it was nothing but meat on the chopping block before Zhang Ji, a Power Attack System Soul Douluo.

The advantage is ours!

Or so Woma thought.

Compared with his eldest nephew's confidence and excitement, Zhang Ji was much calmer. He first glanced at the Six-Armed Demon Bear, which was still approaching rapidly despite its limp, then turned his gaze toward the cliff face.

Four Golden-Patterned Bee kings between seven thousand and over nine thousand years old, more than ten thousand-year-level soldier bee commanders, and nearly a thousand hundred-year-level worker bees.

That was the fighting force the Golden-Patterned Bees still had outside after a great battle in which they had driven off a Ten