BZZZZZ!
A sky-filling swarm of insects danced about, tracing black paths through the air and scattering specks of fire.
Looking down from high above, Gong Xinghe seemed to be enveloped by a black sea of fire.
After trying to use Magic against the swarm and finding it ineffective, Gong Xinghe decisively gave up on casting and instead summoned the Blood-colored Vines lying dormant underground.
With him at the center, dozens of Blood-colored Vines formed a defensive circle, frantically slaughtering the approaching Gloomfire Flies.
Piercing whooshes echoed one after another.
Every lash of the Blood-colored Vines claimed the lives of ten to twenty Gloomfire Flies.
But at the same time, the gloomfire from the flies left behind burn marks on the Blood-colored Vines.
The flies were constantly dying, but the wounds on the Blood-colored Vines were gradually increasing.
The battle quickly devolved into a war of attrition.
