"It's Poison Bees, quickly cast spells to counter them!"
The leading Lama hurriedly looked at the red-haired Daoist behind him.
The Daoist, evidently skilled in various fire techniques, directly took out two bamboo tubes from his waist, lit them up, and while reciting mantras, he blew forcefully.
In an instant, thick smoke billowed around, emitting a pungent, unpleasant smell that forced the approaching Poison Bees to retreat.
But they could only protect themselves.
Several others were stung, feeling as if burning hot iron pierced their bodies, screaming continuously in excruciating pain, unable to concentrate on casting spells.
Then there were Li Yan and Wu Ba.
Without a word, they charged forward again.
Thud thud thud!
Wu Ba, wielding a large axe, his heavy body stomped on the ground like an elephant crossing a river, the vibrations clearly audible.
"Brat, you're courting death!"
Seeing this, a demon from the Evil Dao immediately cast a spell to intercept.
