Power of a Hundred Beasts, Kid!

"Hmm. You really are someone who's been through hell."

The young man adjusted his glasses and let out an inexplicable sigh.

"What are you talking about? Get over here and help me! Corpses are popping out of the ground. Isn't this godforsaken place already a pile of dead bodies?"

Judging the strength of these "corpses," or rather, undead creatures, by appearance alone was difficult.

He still hadn't dealt with the hulking skeleton wielding a bone blade, which moved with surprising agility, when two more mounds of earth swelled up nearby!

No question about it. Two more things were about to join the fight!

Li Jiye was at his wits' end!

And at a time like this, his teammate hiding in the back was still making wisecracks. "Easy, easy. We're just getting started. You've got to believe in your potential, Old Li. I have every confidence in you."

"Li Yun, shouldn't we be doing more than just standing here watching?"

Unlike their unmoved "strategist," Fang Yishu clearly had a conscience. Now familiar enough with him to use his name instead of calling him "classmate," she was at least worried for Old Li as she saw him about to be surrounded.

"You have no real damage output, Ning Yu has some healing, and I'm a sniper. Three fragile fighters rushing in would only get in Old Li's way."

The young man spread his hands without a trace of sympathy, still unmoved.

"It's fine. Have faith in our captain. He can take it. And if he can't, we might as well split the luggage and go our separate ways. I'll head back to my—"

"Are you the second disciple from Journey to the West?! I can handle one, but there are three of them!!!"

Old Li shouted so loudly he seemed ready to