He brandished his long spear and strode towards Pei Mianman. Zu An, standing nearby, hurriedly warned him in a tense voice, "Be careful!"

He hadn't recovered from the shock of the impact and was too exhausted to help.

Pei Mianman remained calm and composed, swaying her waist and leaning back as supple as a willow branch, deftly avoiding the opponent's fierce attack. Her graceful posture made it seem as if she were not facing life or death, but rather choreographing a beautiful dance.

Zu An was sweating bullets for her. He wasn't worried about Pei Mianman's flexibility at all; his only concern was that she hadn't calculated her ample bosom. If she leaned back and avoided the opponent's wielding spear, it would be troublesome if she got hurt in the chest.

Fortunately, she seemed to have anticipated this, and she lowered her body extremely low, narrowly avoiding being killed by the long spear which was only half an inch away from her chest.

Zu An breathed a sigh of relief, only then realizing that it was her own body. After so many years of fighting, she must know her own body's strengths and weaknesses better than anyone else, so why should she worry about it?

However, his heart immediately jumped again, because General Ya Chang missed his attack and took the opportunity to pull the long spear back. At this moment, Pei Mianman was leaning back and almost on all fours, with no way to avoid it.

Just as he was about to rush over to help, he saw Pei Mianman reach out and gently tap the long spear. It was as if she could gain leverage and, using her toes as a pivot, she seemed to transform into a soft willow branch, dancing gracefully around the spear.

No matter how the chief wielded his long spear, he could hardly hurt her. Instead, she used softness to overcome hardness, preventing the spear from exerting its powerful attack.

"Feathered Robe Silk Entangling Hand!" Zu'an immediately recognized the opponent's movement technique. She had taught him this close-combat grappling technique before, but he never expected it could be used like this.

Zu An then remembered that Pei Mianman was not the kind of weak woman who needed protection at all times. On the contrary, she was a rare cultivation genius among the younger generation. She had just arrived at the secret realm and was not sure what mysterious connection she had with it, which made her somewhat absent-minded. In addition, she was frightened by snakes and ghosts, so she could only use 50 or 60% of her skills at most, which is why she often encountered danger and had to be rescued by him several times.

Whether it was because she had gotten used to it along the way, or because she had just passed through that barrier and entered this royal tomb area, she had reverted to her usual charming yet dangerous witch style, and was not at a disadvantage against someone who was clearly much stronger than her.

Zuan didn't waste time being amazed. While Pei Mianman was entangled with General Ya Chang's spear, he swung his Tai'a sword and attacked the opponent's head directly.

At this point, the bull was clearly not having it, and it roared and ran out to protect its master again.

Zuan was prepared; he took out a pair of bright red underwear from the glass bead and waved it in front of it.

Since acquiring the Glazed Pearl storage space, Zuan has been stuffing all sorts of things into it, including rare and precious treasures as well as everyday necessities.

As for the bright red underwear, it wasn't because of his weird taste or because it was his birth year. In fact, he had underwear in all sorts of colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—but wait, no, not green.

When the cow saw the bright red color, its eyes, as big as copper bells, instantly turned red, and it charged towards the red underwear like a madman.

Zuan casually threw the red underwear in his hand against the wall next to him, and the bull, ignoring him, crashed into it.

With a loud crash, the cow slammed into the wall, sending large chunks of earth crashing down.

It should be noted that the soil in the walls of these tombs is not ordinary soil. It was compacted layer by layer with heavy hammers and poured with glutinous rice juice, tung oil and other substances, making it so hard that it is difficult to be damaged by ordinary swords and knives.

Even so, the bull still managed to knock down part of it, which shows how powerful the impact was.

Of course, the cow wasn't in good shape either. The impact left it dizzy and disoriented, and its two horns were deeply embedded in the mud, impossible to remove. It seemed it would be unable to rejoin the battle for some time.

Zuan was overjoyed, thinking he was about to pierce the head of the Vice-General, when suddenly a bronze hand appeared in front of him, directly blocking his sure-fire strike.

With a crisp clang, Zuan felt a tremendous force coming from the sword. He barely managed to keep the sword from slipping from his hand when the bronze hand suddenly flew towards him.

In his haste, Zu An hurriedly raised his longsword to block in front of his chest, but even so, he couldn't completely block it. He was struck in the chest, and if it weren't for his strong physique, he would have almost passed out.

Pei Mianman was also unable to control the opponent's long spear at this time and was thrown to the other side.

Both of them were panting heavily, clearly having expended a great deal of energy in the swift and fierce movement they had just made.

"Empress, if you don't help me, I'll really die." Zu An felt a sense of powerlessness. The strength of the general in front of him was far beyond what he could handle. In the face of such an absolute difference in strength, no amount of skill would matter.

After a brief exchange, he realized that the strength of the general in front of him was at least at the ninth rank, and perhaps even close to that of a grandmaster. However, the difference in his own strength was too great to discern.

Fortunately, Mi Li didn't play dead this time. She calmly replied, "Don't you have a way to deal with him? Why are you asking me?"

Zu'an was taken aback: "What method do I have?"

Mi Li said, "Doesn't the second level of the 'Primordial Chaos Scripture' have the function of warding off evil spirits? It is the nemesis of these undead creatures. When you met me last time, didn't you use it to purify those 200,000 undead?"

Zuan: "..."

Noticing his expression, Mi Li's face turned somewhat strange: "You don't remember, do you?"

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