A tide of venomous bees poured from the long banner in Fang Qingyuan's hand. As the swarm spread around the encampment, the bees perceived a flood of information, which, mixed with what Fang Qingyuan's own Divine Sense was picking up, was all transmitted back to him.
Fang Qingyuan grunted, a look of confusion on his face. However, he had no time to dwell on the immediate changes. He quickly filtered the chaotic information in his mind, then directed the swarm to change positions. Some lay dormant, some buzzed their wings, and others flew outside the Array to engage the demon beasts.
A crimson fledgling, hidden on Fang Qingyuan's shoulder, trembled uncontrollably. It, too, could sense the urgency of the situation.
