Balls of fire emerged from all directions, swiftly converging towards the eight-legged demon bees!
If it weren't for Ye Siheng, Xie Beihan's eyebrows and hair would have been singed by now.
The small fireballs condensed into a larger one, roasting the eight-legged demon bees. The scent of charred flesh permeated the air.
Xie Beihan exclaimed in awe, "These talismans were drawn by the same Sixth Sister, yet the difference is so vast?"
Ye Siheng replied, "The strength of talisman seals also depends on the user."
A'li remarked that it seemed like the heavens had fed him a meal, as she had left Zhi Mi here precisely for this day.
Xuanyuan Cang's expression changed drastically as he immediately recalled the demon bees.
The demon bees were not foolish either; they formed a spherical shape and charged through the fireballs.