The poisonous wasps in the sky and the bugs on the ground swarmed toward the five people under the driving force of Mida's bone flute.
As the wasps and bugs drew closer and closer to the five, the expressions on their faces grew increasingly unpleasant.
The people of Prince Eight, however, watched with mocking grins on their faces, savage laughs painting their features as they seemingly envisioned Lin Chen and the others being stung to death or bitten to death by the bugs.
"Lin Chen, stop struggling, no matter how capable you are, you're powerless against these little creatures. Although your death would be troublesome, this is the consequence of you harming me," Prince Eight laughed triumphantly, his eyes flickering with intense murderous intent.
"What do we do, Lin Chen!" Xie Wanling asked, her face looking terrible as well.
At that moment, the wasps had already flown above their heads, and the bugs were less than two meters away from them.
