She thought for a moment and said, "Qianxia, ​​go help the others and finish the battle quickly."

"And what about you?" Li Qianxia asked subconsciously.

"It's alright, go ahead."

"good!"

Li Qianxia trusted Yang Qinglan a lot. From the first game of value, the two had been together. In men's terms, they were sworn brothers!

Her gaze swept around.

The Shadow Spider directly in front of her was very troublesome, and its legs were extremely hard. Even if she joined in, she wouldn't be able to deal with it for a while.

The men behind her, surrounded by fire and lightning, were far beyond the reach of an ordinary person like her, wielding a blood-red steel spear.

Only the undead on the left remain.

She doesn't have the skill to purify the undead, but she does have a B-grade skill that she's always disliked and never used—the Flathead Mud Wasp's Powerful Neurotoxin!

She took two steps, and she was already a blur of red.

In my mind, heavenly fire ripped through the sky and crashed to the earth.

All the muscles in his body were tense, and the force was squeezed out like flames.

boom!

Amidst the violent shockwave, even the red figure vanished.

In an instant, the crimson steel spear stabbed twelve times into the body of a living dead man whose face was now only half intact!

Each shot only penetrated halfway, each shot pierced the artery!

The muscles and fascia of the living dead are lifeless, and dead blood flows out like egg liquid.

Li Qianxia even had time to think that she couldn't use the blood-red steel spear to heal her brother anymore, because the spearhead was dirty.

The next moment, something else came to her mind. With a thought, the living dead, covered in thick blood and missing the upper left half of its face, lunged at the living dead beside it.

"Ho ho!" Li Qianxia instantly fell in love with the living dead, finding them adorable.

My tailbone was burning hot, and my legs felt like they were on fire, brimming with power.

Peng!

One of the undead, bleeding profusely, stood there dumbfounded, while Li Qianxia was already making holes in the next undead, draining its blood, and injecting toxins.

......

Abram, panting, took a small step back. The halo around the silver sword, which was already thin and misty, was now almost invisible.

A ray of light fell upon him, outlining his body, and his physical strength recovered slightly.

The wheezing subsided, and the solar halo, like fuel added to a campfire, brightened again.

Abrams plowed the ground with the tip of his left foot, his back slightly buried, the silver sword held horizontally against his bearded face.

Five undead men stared at him.

One of the undead lost its eyeball.

"Thud." It landed on the ground.

"Ah!" Abram roared, kicking up a clump of dirt with his left foot as he charged forward.

"Roar!" The undead rushed forward at the same time.

Under the halo of the sun, it seemed as if there were many silver swords, all slashing out at the same time.

Corona Strike - Light Splitter!

bite--

Abram fell backward, his silver sword flying into the air, almost slipping from his grasp!

"What are you doing?!" He was both surprised and angry.

His own Corona Strike was actually deflected!

The one who deflected it was a Witcher who was also his companion!

"Sorry~" Li Qianxia said as she moved with lightning speed, instantly carving her mark on the five zombies.

"Phew, all done." Li Qianxia wiped her sweat.

Even for her, stabbing each of the nineteen undead with twelve shots in a short period of time, with each shot having to hit the artery, was quite tiring.

Especially at the end.

To save the five zombies, she used teleportation to travel, which consumed some of her 'ability'—no, now it's 'spiritual power'.

"Men, no, boys! Follow me!" Li Qianxia shouted.

The undead, who had been standing motionless, charged toward the horses and men.

The men, focused on fighting, mistook the zombies for help and went even further.

With a neigh, the muscles of both the man and the horse tensed up as hard as granite.

The two witchers, upon seeing the undead, were already trying to run away.

But the next second, the undead surged up like a tidal wave, biting the centaur and gripping its body with their hands.

The horsehide, as smooth as leather, easily slipped through the claws of the undead, and the undead's teeth were no match for it.

"Get out of my way!" The centaur was not surprised at all, only furious.

The giant axe, crackling with lightning, swept across the sky, cleaving the three undead men clinging to the boundary between the man and the horse in two.

The electric shock still lingered in the path of the giant axe's sweep; a zombie pounced on it and was instantly charred black by the electric shock.

The charred zombies continued to lunge forward.

The man pulled back his giant axe and cleaved it from top to bottom, splitting the charred zombie in two.

"Learn from a hyena, little...boy!" Li Qianxia instructed.

The undead surged toward the centaur's rear.

The centaur's rear end was in excruciating pain.

This pain transformed into power; it twisted and swung its axe, this time killing six undead creatures around it.

The instant it turned around, Li Qianxia also disappeared from the spot.

Crimson armor appeared beside the head of a two-and-a-half-meter-tall centaur.

As the heavenly fire descended, his entire body's muscles blazed, and immense power exploded in his wrists, then was all poured into the crimson steel spear.

The crimson steel spear shot out of Li Qianxia's hand like a cannonball.

"Pfft!"

Li Qianxia landed.

Two seconds later, the horse and man crashed to the ground with a loud thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Stop eating, go deal with the spiders!" Li Qianxia ordered the undead to leave, and she gripped the blood-red steel spear herself.

The veins at the end of the steel spear, like venomous snakes, burrowed back into her wrist, and the blood in the centaur's body was transformed into life force, flowing into her body.

When she pulled out her crimson steel spear and turned around, she saw that her undead army had been wiped out by the Hidden Blade Spiders.

“My bo...”

Before she could finish shouting, her expression changed.

"Lan!"

One of the Hidden Blade Spider's legs kicked towards the carriage in the Sanctuary.

All the witchers' expressions changed; the nun was—

call!

A strong wind swept by.

Yang Qinglan, wielding the Emerald Bee Sword, clashed with the legs of the Hidden Blade Spider.

The golden light transformed into armor, and her long black hair slowly disintegrated, flying like a bolt of lightning.

The spider's leg flew into the air and was severed.