Lin Bai and Jian Ruohan turned back, and the members of the guard team all stared at them with dumbfounded expressions.
"Senior Brother Ruan?"
When Lin Bai saw Ruan Jinhui standing there in a daze, he called out softly.
"Oh, oh, oh. Junior Brother Lin Bai and Junior Sister Jian Ruohan, thanks for your effort. Leave the battlefield to us from here." Ruan Jinhui smiled faintly and immediately arranged for the other disciples to sweep up the third-level and fourth-level Spirit Puppets across the battlefield.
Lin Bai and Jian Ruohan then went down to rest.
"What a pair of monsters!" Ling Shuang stood to one side with her arms folded, a trace of wariness in her eyes as she glanced at Lin Bai and Jian Ruohan.
Lu Rui remained silent, an unwilling look appearing on his face.
As for Red Tiger and Qianshan Yun, apart from bitter smiles, they could hardly say a word.
Just then!
While Ruan Jinhui was arranging for the martial artists to sweep across the battlefield, a group of figures suddenly streaked over the distant ground and appeared at the edge of the battlefield.
"Heh heh, Senior Brother Hua, looks like our luck is pretty good. We've only just arrived at the Scorching Gobi, and we've already run into such a huge group of Spirit Puppets." One of the figures in the group spoke with a calm smile.
"Junior Brother Zhang Yun, these Spirit Puppets are only third- and fourth-level. You're a martial artist with seventh-level martial intent, after all. Do you still think they're worth your attention?" another disciple asked.
"Senior Brother Song Huan, even a mosquito's leg is still meat, however small it is. Don't be so picky. Besides, there are two or three thousand third- and fourth-level Spirit Puppets here. The spirit crystals