Joining Forces to Set a Trap

Thus, the first corpse demon Qin He encountered had its role beaten to an end amid the bang-bang-clang assault of the three beasts.

Their side had only lost the little stool in Ma Fei's hand.

In fact, that little stool had fallen apart the very first time Ma Fei swung it.

Not because Ma Fei was strong, but because the little stool was poorly made.

Wang Tie Zhu used to sit on that thing while tending the fire in front of the earthen stove at the Corpse Burning Room.

The furniture in the Corpse Burning Room had a fate full of twists and turns, too painful to put into words.

But the corpse demon was not dead. Being impervious to blades and spears, untouched by water and fire, it would not croak so easily. After all, it was the sort that had shouted, "I wish to ascend to heaven, my magic power knows no bounds."

Qin He had not witnessed how great its magic power was, but he had certainly witnessed how thick its hide and tough its flesh were.

"Master, what do we do?" Wang Tie Zhu asked, pointing at the corpse demon that was still writhing.

It and Lamborghini had exhausted every ounce of their strength and were panting from the beating, yet the damage they dealt seemed limited no matter how one looked at it.

As for Ma Fei, he was purely there to make up the numbers. The damage from the little stool in his hand was not even as great as the stream of curses pouring from his mouth.

"This cured meat looks pretty good. How about we boil up a pot?" Qin He glanced at it.

"Ugh... no need." Wang Tie Zhu hurriedly waved his hands.

"Then what are we waiting for? Burn the