With Wang Zheng's roar, all the mosquitoes, whether hovering in the air, stealing corpses on the water, or already playing close with him, rushed towards him.
In an instant, he was enveloped and turned into a large black sphere.
Every now and then, the corpses of bloodsucking flies would explode in mid-air. It was pitiful for these insects; they hadn't sucked any blood, and their exploded bellies were completely empty.
Wang Zheng was surrounded by countless bloodsucking flies. To prevent these flies from escaping, he kept shouting and taunting them to keep them occupied.
In order to cover all the bloodsucking flies around, Wang Zheng was not idle either.
Although his view was blocked and he couldn't see the outside world clearly, he still slowly controlled the crimson cloud to move according to the direction of the spiritual energy fluctuations.
In the past, bloodsucking flies were always in dense, irregular clumps, flying everywhere.
Now, under Wang Zheng's fierce roar and forced intervention, it has turned into a large black sphere, which looks rather comical.
Unbeknownst to them, Wang Zheng and his horde of mosquitoes had strayed from the original swamp forest and were now drifting all the way to the surface of the Longchuan River.
As Wang Zheng roared, the invisible sound waves traveled through the turbulent river surface and reached the bottom of the water.
Under the taunting roar of fierce battle, countless fish leaped out of the water, trying to attack Wang Zheng.
However, because their take-off height was limited and they could not gain leverage in mid-air, they quickly fell down again.
Meanwhile, Wang Zheng, who was enveloped, already sensed something was wrong. He could clearly hear the rolling waves coming from below, but he couldn't stop his fierce battle and roar for the time being.
If the swarm of mosquitoes scatters, it will be very difficult for him to gather them back together.
First, he wasn't sure if they would fall for the trick again; second, he didn't have any more beast corpses left, so why would he go and catch more? Obviously not.
So Wang Zheng didn't care too much. He remained seated on the crimson cloud, floating in the air above the river, and continued to roar.
And you know what? Combined with the rushing river, his roars sounded particularly powerful.
However, this caused great suffering to the fish that were already on the surface of the water. Because Wang Zheng roared so fast, sometimes they had just jumped up and hadn't even fallen back into the water when the second fierce battle roared.
According to natural gravity, these fish's bodies should be falling downwards, but the forced taunts from the fierce battle roars make them uncontrollably want to rise upwards.
The result was that my body was almost twisted into a pretzel.
Several low-level Grade 1 Blackfish were literally killed by the constantly fluctuating drop in elevation.
Meanwhile, Wang Zheng was comfortably lying on the crimson cloud, watching his spiritual energy value jump around and secretly calculating how much he could gain today.
The fleeting slivers of spiritual energy growth during this time failed to attract Wang Zheng's attention. He assumed there were a few larvae mixed in, completely unaware that the fish in the water would be affected by his fierce battle and roar.
However, listening to the sound of water splashing below, Wang Zheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
As expected of the mother river that gave birth to millions of lives in the past, the power of the river alone separated China from Hongshawadi. The water flow is indeed impressive. Listen to the surging waves, it is truly amazing!
Regardless of Wang Zheng's imagination, as he floated on the river with the giant blood-sucking fly ball, the constant falling of insect corpses attracted even more fish to come and feed.
For a moment, all that could be seen was a huge black sphere floating on the vast, turbulent river.
Below the sphere, countless fish leap high, seemingly trying to jump over an invisible dragon gate.
The splashing water created colorful ripples on the river surface. Then, when the fish got tired of jumping and died from the struggle, they floated belly up and were carried away by the river.
Just as Wang Zheng was having a great time, several dark-skinned, barefoot men with bare upper bodies approached from the other side of the wide river.
Upon noticing the unusual activity on the river, they began to chatter amongst themselves.
It's obvious that these must be the adventurers from the neighboring Hunsawaddy.
Wang Zheng sensed several large clusters of spiritual energy suddenly appearing hundreds of meters away, but they posed no danger compared to himself, so he paid no attention and continued to cultivate his own spiritual energy.
The people on the other side of the river, seeing this strange scene, did not run away. One of them even fired a spiritual energy missile at the giant black sphere of mosquitoes.
Under the other party's control, it burrowed into the blood-sucking flies and exploded, instantly alerting Wang Zheng.
The group on the other side, having explored this area for a long time, naturally recognized the bloodsucking flies and had suffered quite a bit from these mosquitoes.
Adventurers may also have a sense of national borders and generally will not set foot on the territory of other countries at will.
But these strange beasts don't care. Once they've eaten all the beasts on the other side of the river, they'll come here to look for food.
Therefore, the adventurers on the other side were often tormented by these bloodsucking flies and naturally hated them to the core.
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