The assassin bees darkened the skies, numbering over a million, and swarmed toward the group like a torrential downpour.
"It's over. We're definitely dead this time." At this moment, everyone was ashen-faced, devoid of hope.
But just then, a beautiful melody blown on a leaf flute floated through the air.
Lin Chen held the leaf flute in his hand, his expression calm as he played a serene tune.
This tune was, of course, no ordinary music but the sound of "bee language" that Xiaoshuai had just taught him.
Lan Xingyue and the others were at a loss for words. At a time like this, Lin Chen still had the composure to play the leaf flute.
To everyone's astonishment, however, accompanied by the gentle sound of the leaf flute, the swarm of assassin bees suddenly stopped their dive, circled in the air a few times, and then flew away.
"What?!" Everyone was both shocked and overjoyed.
"Lin Chen, you're incredible! How did you do that?" Wang Zixuan exclaimed excitedly.
