When the mercenaries of the God Killing Group heard this, their faces turned red and they lowered their eyes in guilt.
Just when their lives were at stake, all they thought about was how to survive.
They had just been able to have enough time to use the silver thread to cross the fire, and it was their leader who sacrificed his life to buy time for them.
Fortunately, Ye Qingluo made a move at the last minute.
Ye Qingluo didn't have that idle time, and watched a scene of brotherly love staged by the Killing God Mercenary Corps.
She directly took out a medicine bottle, threw it into Zi Qianqian's hands, and ordered in a deep voice: "The smell of blood not only stimulates the corpse puppets, but also attracts corpse insects! Stop the bleeding for him, the corpse gas entering the body, etc. Avoid the corpse puppets and then get rid of them."
Zi Qianqian caught the medicine bottle, her slender eyebrows frowned immediately, she was very displeased with Ye Qingluo's tone of order.
Just as he was about to refute, he saw that Ye Qingluo had already turned his head, and the red feather fan in his hand seemed to be integrated with the raging fire, dancing happily on his slender white jade fingertips.
The few silver threads stuck in the rock wall were quickly gathered back into the lupine.
All Zi Qianqian's words could only be held back in her throat.
Gritting her teeth, she squatted down and began to bandage the wound for Nangong Feiran to stop the bleeding.
The five corpse puppets, after seeing all the targets, had already passed the blaze, howling and rushing over.
Ye Qingluo used the silver thread to quickly form a five-element barrier on both sides of the rock wall.
Immediately, he took out a round lamp oil, threw it into the fire, and shouted sharply at the same time: "Run!"
Although Ye Qingluo is only the deputy head of a bronze mercenary group.
But at this time, it seems to have become the backbone of everyone's heart.
When Ye Qingluo gave an order, everyone quickly turned around and ran away without hesitation.
The five corpse puppets rushed forward quickly, and the five skeletons collided with the silver threads that formed the barrier, intercepting them.
The corpse puppet howled a few times, and the dense white bones grabbed the silver thread directly.
Just in time, the round lamp oil dropped by Ye Qingluo fell into the fire.
After a while, the fire surged and burned directly to the highest point of the rock wall.
The endless flames engulfed the five corpse puppets.
After Ye Qingluo finished throwing away the lamp oil, he immediately turned around, and with smooth and flowing footwork, he quickly caught up with everyone.
Seeing Ye Qingluo following up, Long Yunzhan and others who were running at the end were relieved.
"Is he dead?" Qiao Jin turned his head and looked at Ye Qingluo and asked.
The other mercenaries pricked up their ears to listen as they ran.
Ye Qingluo shook his head faintly: "High-level corpse puppets are not afraid of being burned by ordinary flames. The robber saint said that such high-level corpse puppets have no weaknesses."
"Then what should we do?" A trace of fear appeared on Wei Beilie's handsome face, and his voice trembled uncontrollably, "Are we really going to die here today?"
"As an executive team leader, every word you say is related to the changes in the mental state of the mercenaries." Ye Qingluo didn't answer his question directly, but sneered and accused him expressionlessly.
Wei Beilie's face darkened, and he closed his mouth lividly.
This woman is indeed smart and capable.
But the mouth... and this arrogant attitude are really annoying.
Ye Qingluo didn't care about the thoughts of unimportant people, she withdrew her thoughts, and looked around for a way to avoid the corpse puppet.
Being chased by corpse puppets like this, they appear extremely passive.
There is no preparation and opportunity for counterattack at all.
Ye Qingluo took a deep breath, and kept replaying the places he passed along the way in his mind.
Even details such as gravel, vines and moss are clearly reflected in my mind.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had thought of something, she stepped faster and faster: "Let's go! Find a place to avoid the corpse puppet! The corpse gas in the leader of the Killing God Group must be discharged as soon as possible!"