The dark clouds moved abruptly towards the swarm of Bladed Bees.
Blazing with infernal heat, the clouds engulfed the swarm of bees like a slow-moving avalanche of magma.
With a sharp crackle, the same kind one would hear when one lowering tempura into a wok of hot oil, could be heard as charred bees dropped like dumplings unsticking from the sides of a pan onto the ground below.
Boom!
The fallen bees were charred to a golden crisp. Their clear wings shriveled up like worms, and the fine white feathery fluff on their backs was a burnt mess.
They had been charred alive.
Even from a considerable distance, he could vaguely smell the fragrance of something being deep fried.
Gao Peng looked on at the massacre with a tinge of regret in his eyes.
What a shame...