No matter how many skeletal undead there were, they couldn't withstand Mao Doudou's frenzied attacks. Besides, the other members of the official team weren't pushovers either. Even Senior A Xia was controlling her Fireball Technique and launching one attack after another.
Her attacks weren't as viciously destructive as Mao Doudou's, nor could her control over fire wreak devastation on the same terrifying scale as Dong Qing's, but they were no mere show.
Fireballs shot out one after another, and great numbers of skeletal undead fell under their assault, quickly crumbling to ash.
The skeletal undead weren't made of indestructible bodies; they were just remains that Little Bao had pieced together with sorcery and brought crawling out of the ground. Their bodies were, in fact, quite fragile.
Although Senior A Xia's true-fire power couldn't match Dong Qing's, it was clearly more than enough to suppress these ordinary skeletal undead.
A Xia and Mao Doudou worked in tandem, and with He Jin's earlier attack using his baleful threads, the encirclement by the undead horde from all sides had already been broken. Most of the skeletal undead were retreating step by step, unable to mount a concentrated attack.
Without the advantage of numbers, the skeletal undead posed less of a threat and were even less dangerous than an ordinary trained squad.
No matter how furious Little Bao became or how hard he tried to summon them, nothing helped. The skeletal undead kept retreating, completely unable to organize a large-scale counterattack.
Little Bao's eyes were bloodshot. The young man had completely lost control of himself. His obsession with victory and defeat, along with his pride, had utterly clouded his judgment.
At that moment, he wanted only to burn through every last bit of his strength and fight these damned official invaders to the death.