Even cultivators at the Immortal Emperor level have a 50% chance of being infected.
However, as time went on, when the red squirrel became dry-mouthed from cursing, the efficiency of its curses gradually decreased.
Five battleships floated quietly in the universe, and the battlefield radiated outward from the battleships.
The monks were all blood-thirsty, and their numbers were decreasing sharply.
The entire universe was plunged into a bloody color, with countless corpses floating around, as well as bloody and fleshy paste.
These flesh and blood gathered into several dark red rivers in the void, just like the gorgeous belt fluttering around the waist of the fairy.
"Squirrel, take Mengqin and the others away!"
Although the red squirrels were very powerful, they were no match for at least a million zombie soldiers.
The key point is that Sun Yu still has several thousand corpse soldiers with the cultivation level of Immortal Emperor.
The disparity in strength between the two sides is obvious at a glance.
"How dare you call Grandpa a squirrel!"
The red squirrel sent a message back, saying that Saiyan, that pretty boy, actually dared to call him a squirrel.
"If you don't take Xiaoqin and the others away now, it will be too late. Do you want Xiaoqin to die here too?"
The red squirrel reacted instantly and realized that Saiyan was right.
"Hurry up and take Xiaoqin away. Also, Sun Zheng, Nangong Shi, Wuya... help me take some of the elves away. I'll stay here to hold them back."
"good!"
"Also, take as many surviving monks as you can. Nangong Shi has space anyway. Oh, and take Lao Hei with you. Let him help me take care of Xiao Qin..."
As long as the red squirrel could take them away, he would detonate the battleship.
"Got it! I'll go replace Nangong first. You quickly ask Nangong to take the monks into the space."
"Yeah, I know."
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