Sensing the presence of two living beings, the swarm of Black Bees grew more agitated, swarming toward them like a tumultuous black river.
Elder Ma felt his scalp tingling. He had just reached Shi Xiaole and tripped, falling heavily to the ground. He sighed weakly, "It seems we're destined to die together."
The swarm of Black Bees was just a few yards away from the two of them.
Shi Xiaole held his sword with his thumb and made a swift swing forward.
Crackle and snap.
A twenty-yard long green sword light, cut through the swarm like a scythe, wherever it reached, it thinned out the swarm. By the time the swing was over, there was a large void within the black river.
Don't assume that Shi Xiaole's strength doubled after he killed dozens of Black Bees with a single stroke. The number doesn't add up that way.
The surge in Vigorous Air made Shi Xiaole more comfortable with his swordplay. The increase in his attack power was surely more than doubled.
