The whistling wind kept ringing in my ears, rolling up the gravel that hit my face.
"boom-"
The gravel was blown off the arc and hit the rock wall.
"First row attack!"
In the ear, there is Ye Qingluo's calm commanding voice.
The mercenaries obeyed the order reflexively, raised their weapons, and attacked the five corpse puppets in front of them.
After the stone wall was knocked open, the five corpse puppets rushed up instantly.
Because of the burning of the five corpses, even after swallowing the air freshening pills, the stench of being burnt was still faintly lingering in the nostrils.
Maybe it was burned just now, which angered the five corpses.
The howling voice of the five corpses was shrill and strange, making one's heart tremble.
The mercenaries in the first row were all members of the Killing God Corps. Thinking of Ye Qingluo's solemn words, even though they were afraid in their hearts, they still stepped forward and started the task of attacking and explaining to Ye Qingluo.
Several people cooperate with each other, and there is no way to beat the high-level corpse puppet.
After wrapping the things that Ye Qingluo gave them around the five corpses, they quickly backed away.
The mercenaries in the second row immediately greeted them.
The corpse puppet has strong explosive power, but after all, it is a corpse puppet refined by formations. Apart from the idea of destroying all the creatures in the tomb of the Mausoleum King and integrating the creatures with itself, it doesn't know how to think about other things at all.
Because of this, these mercenaries obeyed Ye Qingluo's instructions and would not confront the corpse puppets head-on.
It's just that when the front row attracted the corpse puppet's attention, the back row quickly wrapped things around the five corpses.
Next, the third row... the fourth row...
After all the mercenaries had completed their tasks and retreated to the side, they saw a black afterimage leaping over the tomb.
It's Ye Qingluo!
She stood among the five corpses, her charming eyes were filled with icy coldness.
The black dress wrapped the woman's slender and petite figure, and the blooming cherry blossom on her arm was truly eye-catching.
Her slender jade fingers were attached to a red feather fan, and when she dared not flick her fingertips, a powerful aura erupted from her body.
"Hoo-hoo-"
The strong wind swept everything in the tomb.
It's obviously just a low-level profound practitioner's aura, but that aura, and the profound aura that swirls out of the feather fan, is so unstoppable and daunting.
Ye Qing's footwork changed rapidly, not daring to make the slightest mistake.
The feather fan in his hand is constantly changing the fluctuation of profound energy.
Leading the five corpse puppets, they moved along the position she designated.
The five corpse puppets, after chasing Ye Qingluo for several circles, protested with howls of corpses angrily.
The bone-like skeleton fingers turned into sharp weapons, and turned directly towards Ye Qingluo in all directions.
"Deputy Head… "
"Qing Luo..."
Everyone was trembling, sweating and watching Ye Qingluo, even holding their breath.
There is no way to hide!
Ye Qingluo squinted her charming eyes halfway, and flipped the feather fan at her fingertips, and it floated into the air like a raging fire.
The corner of her mouth curled into a cold arc, a vortex like a raging fire shot down from the feather fan.
Like a fire dragon with its mouth wide open.
At the same time, Ye Qingluo's delicate body swayed, and the footwork under her feet became more and more swift and weird, so that people only had time to see an afterimage.
Seeing that Ye Qingluo had stepped on the corpse puppet and jumped up.
With a toss, he stood on one foot on the unfolded lupine.
It's like stepping on the flames in the air, with beautiful flowers blooming.
The fire dragon opened its mouth and quickly swallowed the corpse puppet completely.
Ye Qingluo fell to the ground gently, stretched out her five fingers, and the feather fan returned to her palm.
Under the fire dragon, five corpse puppets howled, opened their teeth and waved their claws to split the fire dragon, and stared viciously at Ye Qingluo...