Qin Fengming's eyes flickered. At first, he had still worried that Yi Lian would be unable to easily withstand being surrounded by so many skeletons.
But when he saw that Yi Lian had actually brought out a replica of the Blood Demon Banner, his heart immediately relaxed. Even if that replica's power did not reach one-tenth of the original, dealing with the skeletons' assault would still pose no problem.
Of the three men, Yi Ao was the most relaxed when it came to casting techniques. He was surrounded by a mass of wind blades. He did not seek a wide attack range, merely having them circle around himself, so the expenditure of magic power was not too great.
Although Zheng Yiqiu had only brought out two blades, making it look effortless, Qin Fengming knew that the magic power and soul force consumed when operating those blade-type treasures—which appeared capable of easily killing a skeleton—far exceeded what Yi Ao expended.
As for Yi Lian, maintaining a replica of a spirit treasure likewise required no small amount of his own magic power.
But no matter what, with the three men in their current condition, they could still hold out for a while while protecting themselves against the dense army of skeletons attacking from all sides.
Upon hearing Qin Fengming's shout, Yi Ao and the other two all felt relieved.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, these skeletons are too densely packed. Please find a way to break through this as soon as possible, or the consequences will be unimaginable." Yi Ao replied, but anxiety had already surged in his heart.
Because in that short time, he had sensed countless skeletons appearing inside the cavern.
Skeletons at the Ghost Marshal level could be easily slain by any one of the three men. But tens of thousands