Chapter 52
The moment the bees formed their battle formations, the black-robed cultivator’s face twisted in horror.
“These bees are under a cultivator’s control!”
Only spirit insects controlled by a cultivator could execute such precise battle formations—and only an exceptionally skilled insect-taming cultivator at that!
Even he couldn’t command his demonic insects with this level of precision.
Stronger insects than his + a more skilled insect-tamer than him—the danger of this situation needed no explanation.
What terrified him even more was that he still hadn’t located the tamer controlling these bees.
Did that mean the tamer’s strength far surpassed his own?
Realization struck—he had just kicked an iron plate.
But he couldn’t understand how such a powerful existence, let alone an insect-taming cultivator, could be lurking in the worthless D-Zone of the Misty Cloud Mountains!