The wind wall not only protected them, but also rolled up all the more than twenty corpses that rushed towards them at the same time.
The faster it is rolled up, the greater the tearing power of the wind barrier. Such a concentration of servant-level rotten corpses is naturally like jumping into a large meat grinder. It doesn't take long for them to be broken into pieces one by one. The rotting corpse fell outside...
"Go quickly, don't linger!"
The Wind Barrier eliminated a large number of rotting corpses. Mo Fan quickly collected these remains into the small loach pendant and urged everyone.
The airflow from the wind disk gradually dissipated, and blood and rotten flesh were everywhere. A clear area of corpses was barely cleared. However, when everyone ran forward less than fifty meters, rotten corpses appeared in front of them, on their left, and behind them. Corpse team!
There are more than 20 rotting zombies in the team. They run two to three times faster than normal people. Some rotting zombies with different attributes are even faster. It feels like black shadows are flashing!
"Damn, there are too many rotting corpses!" the short man yelled.
"We can't stop. Now the rotting corpses are overflowing like a tide. Once the road between us and the main force is flooded, it will be even more impossible for us to join them. After all, the main force can clear out the corpses faster than The four of us are quick!" Mo Fan said seriously.
The situation is urgent, and now Mo Fan naturally does not dare to have any reservations.
He glanced at the three directions where the corpses were rushing towards him, and sixty or seventy of them rushed towards them at once. It seemed that in less than a few minutes, hundreds of new undead would rush towards them...
"Stand closer to me and I will kill them all in one go!" Mo Fan said with a bit of anger.
"I'm responsible for protection!" the short man said immediately.
The star map was drawn under Mo Fan's feet. The bright red color looked so eye-catching, as if he were stepping on a ring of fiercely burning flames...
"Fire Fist!!"
"Nine Palaces!!"
Mo Fan smashed his fist onto the ground, pouring heat into the black earth.
The surrounding area was dim, even described as pitch black, but it was in this area filled with darkness and corpses that nine pillars of flame suddenly shot up in the shape of a nine-square grid.
The flames flew between the fire pillars, and the explosive flames, fire waves, and tongues of fire covered an area of 100 meters!
The three corpse teams basically stepped into this place, and what greeted them was the scorching pillars of fire. One by one, the corpses were directly evaporated, not even the bone meal was left! !
"Hufufufu~~~~~~~~~~"
The pillar of fire was extremely shocking. Looking at the explosive flames around them, and then looking at Mo Fan whose whole body was burned red, at this time, the scarred man and Yu Qingsu gradually understood why the demon man accepted him as the vice-captain...
Violence! !
Quite violent! ! !
The scarred man's Wind Pan Tianluo could only kill twenty rotten corpses, and Mo Fan's Fierce Fist Nine Palaces directly eliminated more than fifty. The original dilemma of being surrounded on three sides was suddenly lifted, and there were only a dozen or so left. The dead rotting corpses were just because they walked slower and did not step into the violent flame zone.
"Let's go!" Mo Fan glanced at the scorched earth around him and spat out one word heroically.
The little loach pendant also moved very quickly, and the destroyed corpses turned into green light spots and floated into its Styx world.
As for the undead, about 80 remaining souls can be condensed into one soul. It can be said that the ones Scared Man just killed and those Mo Fan will kill now can already be condensed into one soul!
This profit is naturally very high, but Mo Fan doesn't dare to be greedy. The magic energy will eventually be exhausted, not to mention the increasing number of undead and the denser crowds of corpses. Corpses will come up at every turn. If the middle-level If the magic is not released properly, it only takes half a minute for the rotting corpses to knock them down and stack them up on dozens of levels!
There was no time to strengthen Xingzi, so Mo Fan could only lead the three of them forward.
"Little Flame Fairy, spit fire!"
Little Flame Fairy's cheeks bulged again, and the bright red flame blanket was spat out at once, and it was hundreds of meters long.
The corpse team in the straight line in front was instantly melted by the flames, turning into green light spots and floating towards Mo Fan's little loach...
"Thunderbolt dancing!" Yu Qingsu was in high spirits, with purple eyes.
She pointed her finger behind her, creating a huge thundercloud. The clouds were suspended, and thick thunder and lightning struck down one after another. The rotting corpses behind her had to cross this thunder and lightning area if they wanted to catch up. The undead had low IQs, and they had never been able to catch up. He didn't know how to dodge and get around, so when he chased after him, a bolt of lightning struck straight down, turning into blood mist and disintegrating.
"I see it, I see it... Everyone, hurry up!" The short man jumped up and down, and finally saw the large army about three hundred meters away from everyone.
The rear of the large army seemed to be Zhou Min and Mu Bai. The two of them were also cleaning up the carrion pursuers behind them. Since the four fierce men Mo Fan, Short Man, Yu Qingsu, and Scar Man were fighting their way through the bloody road and joined together, their pressure was relieved. There were a lot of people, because there were many rotting corpses surrounding the four of them.
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"They're back, cover them, cover them!" Zhou Min saw that everyone was safe and hurriedly shouted to the mages behind him.
One of the hunter mages opened his eyes and saw the rotting corpses being killed in pieces about three hundred meters behind him. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide. It took him a long time to say: "These four people are as fierce as tigers, and they are comparable to a large team." Got it!"
"Yes, if I were left behind like this, I would be eaten by the undead every minute until there would be no bones left."
"Stop talking nonsense and help them clear the way!"
“No problem, look at me, violent wave!!
"Blood-marked beast, go and meet them." A summoning mage cast a contract magic.
Soon, a blood-tattooed muscle monster with a body height of 5 meters rushed out. As soon as this creature appeared, the little undead all turned into a group of dwarfs. They could crush one to death with just a grab and swipe their arms. Sweep one away, open your mouth, and swallow one...
The blood-marked beast rushes into the pile of undead, which has a great effect. After all, the mages must stay in a group and dare not be easily divided and fall into the enemy's formation. This is different for a warrior-level beast like the blood-marked beast. The skin is thick and fleshy, and it is full of strength. It would take a long time to stand there and let the undead chew on it.
"Obstacles removed, the entire army is moving forward at full speed!" Yaonan's voice fell from mid-air.
It was exactly twenty minutes. When the demon man saw that the four Mo Fans were very close to the team, he also had a smile on his face. It seemed that the people he had chosen did have two brushes. They would eliminate the corpse generals in 20 minutes. It was not an easy task to return to the team, not to mention that the four of them ran for a kilometer alone and fought their way through a kilometer of undead blood!
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