Our group had fallen into a predicament once again.
But I knew very clearly, deep down, that if we wanted to leave this place, if we wanted to get out, we could only search for an opportunity, search for a way to survive amid constant running and fighting.
I also clearly understood the gap in strength between us and the enemy.
As far as our group's combat power was concerned, it could be said to be extremely formidable.
We weren't afraid of these sinister blood bats, corpse monsters, evil ghosts, or those little white-haired zombies. Nor were we afraid of facing the Nine Corpse Daoist head-on in a fight to the death.
The only thing we feared and worried about was that red-haired old zombie.
We still vividly remembered how fierce that Qing Dynasty prince in Chicken Head Mountain had been back then—and that one had only had black hair.
This one had red hair...
As I charged forward, continuously hacking apart the blood bats before me and slaying the evil ghosts rushing at us, I was also carefully analyzing the situation and various battle plans.
At that moment, Mao Jing and I charged forward as I spoke:
"Mao Jing, the Nine Corpse Daoist behind us will definitely cling to us like a mangy dog.
And this is Great Wilderness Mountain. It's over an hour's journey from here to Eagle Beak, where we parked, and the outside world.
Trying to fight our way out safely like this is basically impossible.
Besides, there are restrictions around here. We can't summon Xiao Yu..."
As soon as I said this, Mao Jing narrowed his eyes and kicked over a corpse monster that had surrounded us.
"You want to turn the tables and kill Nine Corpses?"
I immediately nodded.
"Yes! But I don't have