"Looking for death! Xijun, kill him." I gritted my teeth and pulled out the red water pipe I had extorted from Zhang Dongliang, preparing for battle.
Qi Haixing was absolutely furious. Originally, several people could have safely passed through the Suspended Coffin Formation with the guidance of the beauty Zhao Qian. But this disruption had instantly turned it into a great battle against flying corpses.
These flying corpses were different from living corpses. They had no excess fat, only bones and skin and flesh that seemed almost nonexistent. They were countless times faster than ordinary Walking Corpses; even Blood Corpses of the same level would probably be half a beat slower than them.
The reason people called them flying corpses was probably because they were light enough, with astonishing jumping and explosive power. When they leaped, they seemed to fly. Still, these flying corpses were not especially difficult to deal with. As long as one could borrow a spell's power, a few blows would be enough to kill one.
But that was under one-on-one circumstances. What if it was one against two? One against ten?
Flying corpses leaped around the sky like airplanes. Even the coffins that had not yet fallen were bouncing out flying corpses, which swooped down from great heights like immortals descending from the heavens.
That flying-corpse boy was even more agile because of his light body, but in front of Xijun, he was far too slow. With a bang, he was beaten into scattered pieces.
It seemed that jumping was their only impressive trait. In terms of actual strength, they were merely at the level of beginner Blood Corpses.
I was overjoyed. If killing one was this easy, didn't that mean my water pipe could finally come in handy? Waving it around, I wanted to go