The Death Wasps were no ordinary creatures. They were a unique breed, a mutant species born from the slaughter qi that saturated the environment of the Mystic Hell Realm.
Over the years, they had emerged from the rotting corpses of monsters and the fragmented remains of spirit weapons, evolving into a fearsome force to be reckoned with.
Their bodies were pitch black, their wings a shimmering gold, and they were at least twice the size of ordinary wasps.
When they flew, their golden wings emitted crisp metallic sounds, like the clashing of swords, and sparks of lightning crackled around their heads, creating an eerie, otherworldly aura.
CLANK!
The golden-winged Death Wasps descended upon Xiao Ming and the others, their arrival swift and menacing.
Zhou Cui and Zhou Mei stepped aside, their expressions calm but alert.
Zhou Mei, still shaken by the oppressive atmosphere of the Mystic Hell Realm, was not in the best state of mind to engage in combat.
