An Undead Mage Is Like This (6K)

The captain of the White Tiger Guard's First Squad was a burly man around forty. Seeing the broken path before him, a flash of despair crossed his eyes.

He suddenly turned around to face the White Tiger Guards who had followed him here, determination written across his resolute face.

His gaze swept over the faces of his comrades. "Brothers, you've all seen it. The Duke stayed behind for our sake. If not for us, I believe the Duke would already have escaped."

"We're already trapped in a desperate situation. For every second we hold the Duke back, the Duke's danger increas—"

Before the White Tiger Guard could finish, Huo Yuhao stepped forward, and each of them found a Hookshot Grappling Gun in their hands.

Ever since Huo Yuhao had mastered the Flowing Water Treading Moon footwork, he had never used hookshot grappling guns like these again. Fortunately, Huo Yuhao really was like a hamster—he liked hoarding all sorts of things in his Storage Soul Guidance Device.

See? They came in handy now, didn't they?

Huo Yuhao did not waste any words. He raised one of the Hookshot Grappling Guns and fired. The steel claw shot into the wall on the other side of the cliff. Then, as Huo Yuhao released the trigger, the grappling line violently yanked him into the air, carrying him across the chasm.

Zhang Biao, the White Tiger Guard squad captain whose sacrifice speech had only reached its halfway point, had his words stuck in his throat. Neither up nor down, he finally turned and fired at the cliff face, whooshing across as well.

At this moment, twelve people from the Sun Moon side also rose into the air alongside their soul tool offensive, looking down on the fleeing Dai Hao.

There were no fewer than four