The skill [Heart of the Wild] granted Qi Ping’s animal companions a significant but temporary boost in combat prowess.
Its only downside? Exhaustion.
After the battle, the creatures would enter a weakened, sluggish state—sometimes for hours, other times for days, depending on how long the enhanced state lasted. Qi Ping had tested this thoroughly.
Normally, he wouldn’t use it.
But against Bone Wasps? Without [Heart of the Wild], his Gold Marrow Bees stood no chance.
“Heart of the Wild—activate!”
With a mental command, Qi Ping unleashed the skill on a thousand Gold Marrow Bees. Instantly, their auras surged by 20%.
The battle began.
Squads of twenty bees each lunged forward in a precise formation. If a Bone Wasp targeted one, that bee would hold it at all costs—while the other nineteen swarmed its wings and legs in a coordinated assault.
Even when multiple Bone Wasps struck at once, backup squads rushed to fill the gaps.
Six bees couldn’t pin a foe? Sixteen would.
With [Heart of the Wild] and their battle formations, the Gold Marrow Bees fought with terrifying efficiency. They latched onto limbs, mandibles, and stingers, dragging Bone Wasps into deadly midair dogfights.
Familiar scenes unfolded as clusters of combatants plummeted from the sky.
Bone Wasps excelled in defense, mandibles, and venom—not raw strength. Against sixteen bees, even they couldn’t break free easily.
But killing them was another matter.
Their eyes, the weakest point, still resisted the bees’ attacks. And a single sting or bite from a Bone Wasp could slaughter a Gold Marrow Bee in one breath.
Within moments, fifty bees were dead.
Yet this chaos was the perfect stage for the Razorwing Wasp.
Its mission? Strike fast, kill faster—and save as many allies as possible.
The moment a Bone Wasp got pinned, the Razorwing struck.
A golden blur shot past one target.
SCREECH—
A clean, metallic shriek split the air as the Bone Wasp sheared in half, its exoskeleton—which the Gold Marrow Bees couldn’t crack—sliced open like parchment.
The two halves tumbled earthward.
Effortless.
This was the first-generation Razorwing Wasp’s true power.
Before its evolution, it had already been among the swiftest in the hive—deemed “too frail” for the Bloodline Mutagenic Elixir until sheer speed earned it the final dose. Now, its hyper-enhanced biology made it a living blade.
Speed. Precision.
Qi Ping watched, stunned, as the Razorwing carved through the swarm.
A golden streak.
A bisected corpse.
No wasted motion. Every pass meant another kill.
This wasn’t battle—it was art.
The high-tier Rank 1 Bone Wasps, famed for their defenses, had become helpless prey.
Realizing their doom, the Bone Wasps thrashed wildly, desperate to gang up on the Razorwing. Their instincts screamed: Surround it, and victory is ours.
But the Gold Marrow Bees denied them utterly.
Seeing their evolved comrade’s dominance only fueled their resolve. More bees piled on, until over twenty weighed down each surviving Bone Wasp.
No matter how many bees died to venomous stingers or razor mandibles, the rest held firm.
One evolved ally had turned the tide. Imagine what hundreds could do?
This land had to be held.
Here, they’d met Qi Ping. Here, their hive’s future had begun.
So they fought—clamping down with [Heart of the Wild]’s fury, leaving not one Bone Wasp free to retaliate.
And the Razorwing?
It reaped.
Slice after slice, the enemy ranks halved.
Qi Ping’s breath caught. He’d never imagined this outcome.
The Razorwing wasn’t just strong—it was a natural-born killer.
“Next time I use the elixir,” he mused, “I shouldn’t just pick the biggest drones. Raw size isn’t everything.”
His dream team?
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Ironclad Bees for unbreakable defense.
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Venom Lords for lethal toxicity.
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And more like this Razorwing—hyper-specialized, with one trait pushed to the extreme.
A mixed swarm would be unstoppable.
The battle ended swiftly.
Every Bone Wasp lay in pieces.
But the cost? Nearly 300 Gold Marrow Bees lost.
Qi Ping’s hive now numbered under a thousand.
In ten days, over 500 had perished.
“Still… we won. And losses were lighter than expected.”
A small mercy.
Post-battle, Qi Ping distributed high-grade nectar to speed recovery. Both bees and Razorwing were exhausted—they needed every advantage, lest another threat emerge.
“One. More. Day.”
“Starting tomorrow, Razorwing Wasps mature daily.”
“Within a week, their evolution will push me to Level 3 Druid.”
“Then—whether it’s demonic insects or human scavengers— they’ll all die.“
