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.
These wasps, also from North Africa, were known as killer bees, growing four to five times the size of ordinary honeybees, and their toxicity was astonishing. A single sting could spread venom through one's bloodstream causing death by respiratory failure within seconds.
"None of you move. Remember, even if the bugs crawl over you, stay perfectly still."
Lin Chen spoke sternly to everyone.
"Not move?" After hearing Lin Chen's words, everyone was dumbfounded. Moving might offer a chance to survive, but wouldn't staying still be akin to waiting for death?
Almost at the same time, Lin Chen suddenly put his hand over his mouth, and a whistling sound emerged from his lips.
"Damn it, what is this guy doing? Does he think he's a beast controller?"
"I think he's scared silly. Trying to control these poisonous wasps and bugs with a whistle sound is just a pipe dream."
Watching Lin Chen's actions, everyone thought he was desperately resorting to irrational methods.
Mida watched Lin Chen with a mocking look, thinking, "This idiot, trying to control my poisonous wasps and bugs with such an awful whistle sound, is simply asking for death!"
As the bugs and wasps charged toward the group, Prince Eight and his followers let out a menacing laugh.
Though skeptical about Lin Chen's decision, everyone still held their breath and remained motionless.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!"
The wasps circled in the air and, like fighter jets, suddenly dove toward the group.
Three meters, two meters, one meter…
At this moment, the wasps were less than a meter away from them, and some bugs had even crawled near their feet.
But just then, something miraculous happened. The wasps, as if receiving a command, suddenly halted in mid-air and began to fly upward, circling above.
The bugs also stayed motionless, right beside the five people.
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned. What was happening?
Prince Eight's expression turned grim as he shouted at Mida, "What are you doing, boy? Kill them quickly!"
Mida's face turned pale, "Your Highness, I've lost contact with these wasps and bugs. They aren't under my control anymore."
"What?" The change in Prince Eight's expression was sudden.
And the smiles of Prince Eight's followers also froze instantly, their faces mirroring fear.
Because they witnessed a shocking scene—those bugs and wasps were now charging directly at them.
"How is this possible, could it be that Lin Chen's horrible whistle took away Mida's control over these bugs and wasps?
" Watching the bugs and wasps rush toward them, these men looked ashen-faced.
Mida puffed his cheeks, exerting all his strength, but the wasps and bugs simply ignored him.
How could this be possible? Why had he lost control over these wasps and bugs?
Mida had practiced beast control technique since he was a child, and such a situation had never occurred before.
"How can this be?" Mida's gaze suddenly fell on Lin Chen.
"It's him, that guy; he actually took away my control over the poisonous wasps and bugs."
"How can this be? This is too absurd!"
Mida was from a beast-controlling family, and in this world, their Mida family's beast control technique was second to none.
Mida had never dreamed that today he would actually have his control taken away by someone not even twenty years old.
This kind of situation would only occur when there was a huge disparity in strength between the two parties.
"But to lose my beast control technique to this young man, impossible, how could this be possible?" Mida could hardly believe it.
At that moment, the once haughty entourage of the eighth prince all turned deathly pale.
Because those poisonous bees and insects had suddenly changed their targets and were now swarming towards them.
"Run, the poisonous bees and insects are coming."
Each martial artist's face looked ashen; they all cursed silently for not having an extra pair of legs as they desperately ran outside.
However fast they were, how could their speed compare to the poisonous bees?
Soon, one by one, the martial artists were stung to death by the bees, thumping to the ground, and were devoured by the following insects, turning almost instantly into dreadful white bones.
Mida, seeing the poisonous bees and insects swarming towards him, had a fierce expression on his face.
"You all are my servants, and you dare to disobey me." Saying so, Mida, in a fit of rage, threw down his bone flute and furiously stomped on the insects beneath his feet.
He waved the bag in his hand to drive away the poisonous bees.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his body, and in an instant, he became completely numb.
One, two, three, one after another, poisonous bees stung him, and his body was quickly covered in insects.
"No, I am your master, you are my servants, you can't eat…"
Before he could finish his sentence, his whole body was engulfed by insects and turned into a pile of eerie white bones.
Jia Xiangkai was running frantically, his heart filled with despair by now.
There were already eighty million funds in his Swiss bank account, enough for him to enjoy the rest of his life.
Thinking of the endless beauties and boundless riches and honors, just as he was about to be caught by the insects, a chilling surge filled his eyes.
With a swing of his hand, blood splattered, and he astonishingly chopped down a companion next to him with a knife.
The companion fell quickly and was devoured by the insects.
"I cannot die, I do not want to die!"
Terror painted Jia Xiangkai's face as he ran desperately forward.
However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck.
Reaching up with his hand, he actually grabbed something fluffy.
"Damn it!" A sinking feeling in Jia Xiangkai's heart was followed by a wave of dizziness.
"I don't want to die!"
He felt his legs seemed to be tightly grabbed by something, yet he still tried to run forward, but his legs wouldn't respond!
Looking down, he saw his legs were already densely covered with insects.
His legs were already devoid of flesh, leaving only horrifying white bones.
Jia Xiangkai screamed in agony, and with a crack, his leg bones broke, and he thumped to the ground, instantly swallowed by the insects.
Watching one gruesome scene after another, Xie Wanling and the others all wore wary expressions.
If it wasn't for Lin Chen, the tragedies happening to these people could have befallen them.
On a huge boulder, the eighth prince was panting heavily, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared intently at Lin Chen: "Kid, I underestimated you."