Unfortunately, no one had told Yan Li that these wasps were not called Tiger Head Wasps, but Ghost Head Wasps, and that they lived in groups.
Yan Li's consciousness froze for a moment. At this critical moment of life and death, his brain seemed to be stimulated by electricity. He leaped up like a grasshopper and turned into a gust of wind, pouncing towards the swarm of wasps.
Waiting for death was the stupidest thing to do. Only by taking the initiative to attack would he have a chance of survival.
As he dashed forward, he waved his sword at one of the Ghost Head Wasps. Immediately, the chaotic world surged like a tide, and five elemental energy tides guided the elemental energy into the sky. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, or perhaps it was a burst of inspiration from the impending death, but he suddenly realized that it was too wasteful to use a sword aura to deal with a single Ghost Head Wasps. Thus, he shook his wrist, and the sword aura that was about to be released was immediately broken into a dozen pieces.
Chi, chi, chi —
Muffled sounds followed. Caught off guard, the dozen Ghost Head Wasps were pierced through their skulls and fell to the ground like rain.
A few of the corpses glowed brightly and condensed into a few transparent, faintly fluorescent, shadowless threads. There was also a Sky Mystic Stone the size of a bowl, which probably weighed about twenty taels.
Compared to the previous hundred or so will-o '-wisps, this was a huge harvest.
Yan Li was delighted at first, but then he tensed up. The effect of this sword was unexpected. Not only did it solve the danger of the siege, but it also opened up a gap to escape.
Now he had two choices: one was to escape through the gap before the swarm regrouped, and the other was to stay and fight to the death with the swarm.
No matter how he looked at it, he should choose the first option. But there were two problems in front of him. Even if he escaped, could he really escape the pursuit of the swarm of wasps? He knew nothing about the Ghost Head Wasps, so he obviously could not escape. Secondly, all the wasps on the ground were money. No matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat. Was he really going to give up?
Thoughts flashed through Yan Li's mind. He glanced at the remaining Ghost Head Bees and clenched his teeth. After he landed on the ground, he exerted force on the tip of his feet and leaped up again. However, he didn't move forward. Instead, he somersaulted backward to avoid the surprise attacks of several Ghost Head Bees. After he landed on the ground, he started running.
He vaguely remembered that there was a tree after the stream. He needed to use that tree to gather the bees.
Although the effect of the sword strike just now was outstanding, the consumption was not small. He roughly estimated that more than twenty percent of his Primordial Qi had been used.
Right now, he did not dare to conserve his Primordial Qi. He channeled his power into the Yongquan acupoint in his feet and ran as fast as he could. However, the "weng weng weng" sound behind him, which made his scalp tingle, continued to shorten the distance between them.
I saw it!
It was an ancient pine tree with a straight trunk, just right for him.
At this time, he felt a strange touch from behind. He didn't need to look to know that the Ghost Bee had caught up to him and was using the barbs on its toes to firmly clamp down on his back.
Without thinking, Yan Li's body shook, and a violent surge of vital energy gushed out from his back. Before it could move, he tore it into pieces. Then, he leaped onto the tree trunk with all his might. Without stopping, he sprinted up the tree trunk.
This sudden change in direction was a small matter for the Ghost Bee. Their flight path was graceful and natural, and they were as fast as lightning.
As Yan Li sprinted, he looked back and saw the rows of Ghost Bee chasing after him.
"I'm afraid you won't come!"
He sneered. Just as he was about to reach the top of the tree, he flipped backwards and left the cliff. He injected all his remaining vital energy into the sword, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword energy shot out in scattered forms.
Pew pew pew — —
For a moment, the corpses of the Ghost Bee fell like rain. The sword energy that Yan Li swung out had an extremely strong penetrating power. Almost every fine sword energy could pierce through a large swarm of bees.
However, this attack could not completely eliminate them. The bees did not line up to die, they also knew how to dodge.
Yan Li obviously knew this, so he had long ago reached into his bosom and took out the Shadowless Star Silk, and quickly converted it into vital energy.
A Ghost Bee leaped over.
Yan Li was on the way down, and had nowhere to dodge. This was also the crucial moment for him to absorb vital energy.
That Ghost Bee really hated Yan Li to the extreme. The moment it leaped onto Yan Li, it stung Yan Li's shoulder with lightning speed. Immediately, a bloody hole appeared.
Yan Li let out a muffled grunt, and almost cried out in pain. If it was a normal wound, it would not be so painful. It must have been caused by the Ghost Bee's stinger. Fortunately, he did not feel any numbness. This meant that the Ghost Bee's stinger was not poisonous, or not very strong.
He freed one of his hands, and suddenly pulled backwards, pulling the Ghost Bee away from his body.
But when he landed on the ground, another three charged over. Yan Li only had time to kill one of them before the other two stung him twice.
The pain crazily tortured his nerves, and he almost fainted from the pain.
At this time, the Dragon God Ring finally converted a portion of the Shadowless Star Silk, and his empty dantian was supported by a bit of vital energy. He barely swung the Leaving Cliff Sword, and hatefully killed the other two. His sword pierced through another oncoming one, and he panted heavily as he waited. But after standing for a long time, there was no more movement.
He held on for a while, and reluctantly looked around. Then, his strength weakened, and he fell to the ground, not wanting to move anymore. The pain made him want to die.
After about the time it took for half an incense stick to burn, the pain gradually subsided. He struggled to prop up his body, and tore a piece of cloth from his clothes to bandage his wounds. Looking around the battlefield, he could not help but laugh.
Fortune comes from danger, this saying was really true.
Most of the Ghost Bee's condensed Star Silk, but they were only the size of a strand of hair. About ten of them could make up one tael. Less than half of the Heaven Mystic Stones were not small. After counting, he obtained more than three taels of Star Silk, and forty-eight taels of Heaven Mystic Stones. He rolled all of them into a package, and placed it in his bosom. It was heavy, as if it was the weight of his life.
Although the gains from this battle could not be compared to killing and robbing, but killing and robbing was not a common occurrence, and the hunting ground was always there.
He could not stay here for long. Yan Li forced himself to look for a quiet place to recover his vital energy.
But not long after, he heard a few footsteps coming from afar.
He frowned and looked around. It was all woodland, and other than the trees, there was no place to hide.
After thinking about it, he felt that it would be easier to arouse suspicion if he changed paths. He adjusted his breathing, and tried to walk as steadily as possible towards the footsteps.
He heard an old voice say, "The nest of the Ghost Bee is in front. Everyone must be careful, and do not disturb the large swarm."
A young man said, "Hmph, there are really all kinds of strange things in this world. There's actually a bounty for the Ghost Bee's wings."
Another young man said, "Who asked him to pay so much? You don't have to come if you don't want to."
A woman said, "Senior Feng, is there anything else we should pay attention to about the Ghost Bee?"
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