"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Ghost Corpse Slaves emerged from the ground one after another without end.
As Qin Shaofeng and the others desperately fended them off again and again, fear began to appear continuously in their eyes.
There were simply far too many Ghost Corpse Slaves.
Even though many Ghost Corpse Slaves still could not harm them, that was only because their numbers were not great enough yet.
If they truly waited for all the Ghost Corpse Slaves to emerge, they feared they would not even see the slightest chance of survival.
"Yu Heng Sky Opening Palm!"
Another Ghost Corpse Slave rapidly closed in.
Without a second thought, Old Ghost Chen Xing struck out with his palm.
Yet in that instant of obstruction, two more Ghost Corpse Slaves charged toward them.
Behind them, even more Ghost Corpse Slaves continued drawing near.
It was as though that momentary delay had left them with nowhere to flee.
What should they do? Were they really going to die here?
Qin Shaofeng had dealt with Ghost Corpse Slaves many times, and precisely because of that, he understood their terror better than anyone.
In their current circumstances, he would rather be surrounded by countless Ninth-tier Saint Star Position experts.
At least then, he would still have a sliver of hope of escaping alive.
As he watched the Ghost Corpse Slaves continue to rush forward.
After that instant of delay, even Old Ghost Chen Xing could only barely force the Ghost Corpse Slaves back.
The problem was that there were simply too many Ghost Corpse Slaves.
Even if he struck with a palm, he could only force them back a few steps before they were blocked by the bodies of Ghost Corpse Slaves rushing up from behind.
The space available for them to move was compressed even