The Grass Spirit Paper Man flew on the wind and arrived soon after.
Li Yan closed his eyes and, through the Grass Spirit, saw what was happening on the mountain.
It was a group of men in white robes covered with white dust and wearing masks. They were being attacked by Poison Bees, screaming and rolling in agony as they flailed their arms wildly.
Next to them lay a bamboo tube, as thick as a bowl at the mouth, with a hemp rope tied to its back end, the purpose of which was unknown.
The poison of the Poison Bees was tyrannically potent, driving its victims insane with pain.
One of the men, having lost his senses from the stings, picked up the bamboo tube and pulled the hemp rope behind it.
Whoosh~
In an instant, blue flames mixed with grease spurted out.
It resembled a dragon's breath. Immediately, many Poison Bees were burned to a crisp, but unfortunately, so were his companions.
