In the midst of dead silence, Qiao slowly walked out from the ruins of the hive, entering Gu Qiye's line of sight.
A deep crimson exoskeleton, a pitch-black body, with a gloomy dark red glimmer in his golden pupils, a slender tail turning into a sharp blade, its deadly tip protruding outward, and two pairs of hexagonal wings unfurled behind him.
The moment those immense wings spread open, they cast a shadow over the land.
"Is that really the Great Bee Lord?" Fan Dongqing raised an eyebrow, curiously asking, "Why does he look quite different compared to earlier?"
"I thought the Father of Puppets had taken him out. That bandaged man is really useless; the commander might as well let me handle this," Jiushijiu said coldly.
Qiao's oppressive aura swept across the area at that instant, filled with a killing intent as profound as an abyss.
