"Yeah, yeah, that's right. I'll go collect them in a bit. How could I forget about this?" the Bee Man hastily responded before climbing down from the vehicle. Gazing out at the mountains covered in black hairs, a feeling of despair flashed in his heart. He sighed resignedly and walked up to a spear, reaching out to grasp it.
"All spears unite!" In an instant, the Bee Man shouted coldly, and the black spears scattered across the mountain began trembling uncontrollably. Gradually, the shaking intensified until it caused the ground nearby to quake violently, rumbling ominously.
Moments later, the countless black hairs vanished into thin air, and a series of afterimages moved towards the spear that the Bee Man held. Thump, thump, thump... They disappeared as if into thin air, and where the hairs had been implanted into the ground, a series of deep pits formed, one after another, making the earth resemble a beehive.