Make Zhu Xiu Suffer a Little Longer

The Ghost King Bees withdrew. Once the Ghost King Bee Beast King fled, they chose to retreat too.

The martial artists of Golden Lion Ridge did not pursue them. They had neither the strength nor the means to do so.

Everyone exchanged looks. The sky was empty, as though the Ghost King Bees had never come.

Only the ground, covered with corpses, showed how brutal the battle had been.

The martial artists of Golden Lion Ridge were used to such scenes. With the two lantern bearers from the Cicada-Holding Directorate gone, they looked to Yang Ling for orders.

The White Bone General stood beside Yang Ling. Every martial artist who looked at him had deep awe in their eyes.

Not only had he driven off the Ghost King Bee Beast King, but after entering the fray, he had killed at least three to five hundred Ghost King Bees every second.

The Ghost King Bees had left at least thirty to fifty thousand corpses behind as they retreated!

Whether they were players from the Zhao Kingdom or other regions, only now did they truly grasp how terrifying the upper limit of Yang Rank-One's strength was.

By the Divine Realm's standards, they were now certain Yang Rank-One was a Fourth-Grade Grandmaster!

Most players were still at Ninth Grade or Unranked Grade. It was like two people studying together: one had just finished elementary school, while the other had become a professor and returned to teach.

"Some of you stay on guard in case the Ghost King Bees return.

The rest of you, clean up the battlefield so disease doesn't spread."

Yang Ling gave the order.

The martial artists of Golden Lion Ridge immediately got to work. They moved with practiced efficiency.

It was a skill they had picked up from years of