"These ghost tribes, as long as they are in my hands, will be the strongest undead army! They are endless and immortal! There are millions of ghost tribes in the entire Diming Palace. How dare you fight against me with just a hundred thousand people of yours?"
Su Qingdai's wild and wanton laughter resounded through the night sky, and the long-standing resentment in her heart seemed to disappear instantly. She had never been so happy as today!
"Bitch! Today is the day you die!"
Ling Xuewei knew that she had miscalculated, but she didn't expect that Su Qingdai could resurrect these ghosts!
She guessed it was related to her previous light ability.
It's really ridiculous. If that precious disciple who knew about him used the gift he gave him for this, I don't know what he would think in his heart.
Her thoughts flashed through her mind instantly, and the situation in front of her was beyond her imagination.
"Father, brother!"
He flew down to the two of them, took out all the powerful weapons, and handed them to the two of them and the Si family disciples around them.
"Blow out an exit and let everyone return to the protective shield. As long as the protective shield is there, the ghosts can't attack for a while."
So, everyone in the Si family fought and retreated.
Those who were able to walk took the injured ones with them, and those who were seriously injured simply stayed behind to buy time for the retreating disciples.
Seeing the disciples of the Si family fighting bloody battles and looking at death with a look on their faces, it was obvious that they were planning to fight the ghost clan to the end.
Si Yuchao's eyes were red, and his body was shaking with intense anger.
Ling Xuewei couldn't help but hold him and silently gave him strength.
"Brother, you take your father and leave first."
"Where are you, sister!"
"Don't worry, I'll come as soon as I go."
"Be careful." He looked at her deeply and left with his father.
In fact, he knew that if they stayed, his sister would be controlled in every way. Once they were safe, his sister would truly have no worries.
Watching the two figures enter the protective barrier, Ling Xuewei turned around, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
The forest is cold and biting.
It can be said that Ling Xuewei almost withstood nearly half of the ghost clan's offensive. She could not just watch these disciples die.
With her joining, the disciples of the Si family present seemed to have received a shot in the arm!
The blood is boiling!
Aren't they just ghosts?
What are you afraid of?
Kill as many as you come!
They have the youngest genius in Cang Yun Realm, so why are they afraid that they are just ghosts?!
kill!
kill!
kill!
The remaining hundred or so showed their fighting spirit and spirit!
Even if they face a steady stream of ghosts, they are not afraid!
Kill it until everything is dark!
Let these beasts go to hell!
…
The corpses of ghosts kept falling down and piled up in a circle around a hundred people.
In order to prevent the dead ghosts from resurrecting, they will burn the corpses directly to ashes.
If you become a scumbag, you won't be able to live again, right?
This idea is obviously the right one.
No matter how powerful Su Qingdai is, she still can't resurrect the ghost clan that was reduced to ashes.
So from time to time, the lightning over there would spit out a bunch of flames, and it could be said that Ling Xuewei and Ling Xuewei cooperated tacitly.
…
Wheel fighting is the ultimate test of willpower.
The only thing Ling Xuewei lacks is willpower.
Coupled with the fact that the cheating artifact of Space continuously delivers spiritual energy to her, she can fight for three days and three nights without any rest.
Of course, the sequelae are not minor, but now she can no longer think about it too much.
It's just that other disciples are not so good.
An hour later, there were less than eighty Si family disciples left.