Reaching out, he caught a passing black bee. He held it in his hand; it was the size of a fist.
He hadn't used spiritual soothing, so the startled black bee shot out its stinger!
An ordinary honeybee would die after losing its stinger.
But not this black bee. When he loosened his grip, it wobbled away.
Tang Wen looked at the white mark on his arm and was inwardly astonished.
'Incredible!'
'If the black bee's stinger were ten times sharper and its force ten times greater, it might actually pierce the outermost layer of my skin.'
No wonder even Extraordinaries had to steer clear of them.
If surrounded by a dozen or so black bees, even an Extraordinary would get hurt.
Besides, the stingers were highly venomous.
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ.
The black bees swarmed like a cloud, resembling a squadron of low-altitude bombers.
They patrolled all over the garden.
The Hummingbirds fled far into the distance.
