The Diamond Chest Was a Little Too Fierce

The Ghost King Bees were exactly as the two Lantern-Bearers had said: they had no concept of death.

As they neared the battlefield, they swarmed down, charging the human martial artists without fear.

In a single instant, both sides suffered heavy casualties.

At least fifty thousand martial artists and soldiers were fighting the beast tide on the western front.

Though they were outnumbered by the Ghost King Bees, the two sides were not far apart in strength.

The Ghost King Bees' attributes were nothing special. Their only advantages were speed, venomous stingers, and a complete lack of fear!

Yang Ling's senses had already spread across the entire battlefield.

Every clash, large and small, registered clearly in his mind, and he analyzed them at once.

Some ordinary soldiers were surrounded by Ghost King Bees, but they stood with their comrades, blades and shields in hand. With their shields forming a defensive line, they inflicted heavy losses on the bees at minimal cost to themselves!

As soldiers of the Abyssal Army, they were Unranked Grade, but years of fighting exotic beasts had made them seasoned veterans!

The martial artists from the various factions also performed well, whether they came from sects or the Precious Medicine Gang.

"Many of these people are natives of the Abyssal Beast Grotto.

They're afraid of exotic beasts, but they're handling it much better than ordinary people..."

With that thought, Yang Ling looked at the thousand-odd players from the various regions and sighed inwardly.

The players' performance was painful to watch.

Some hid behind others and swung their weapons wildly, injuring their companions as well as the Ghost King Bees.

Others simply lay on the ground, clutching their heads and trembling, their legs long since turned to jelly.

Still others turned and ran the moment the charge began.