Thick smoke billowed through the passage as it shuddered. The thunderous explosion made their eardrums ache.
Xia Lun had not planted much explosive in the Serpent Temple's main hall before entering the passage, but the blast was still astonishingly powerful. The once-solemn temple was left with toppled pillars and broken walls. Heavy stone ceiling slabs teetered overhead, and several beams came crashing down.
The Withered Dead whose voice had been hollow and raspy fell silent at once. Many of the Undead flooding into the hall were buried beneath falling rubble, but more than a dozen armored Undead still made it into the passage.
Wind whipped up sand and starlight. Silver-plated scale armor clattered, and the gleam of grim scimitars and spears made Xia Lun narrow his eyes.
"Xia Lun, this Ritual is a little complicated. Give me two minutes," White Line said. "Don't let them get too close. Living Corpses interfere with the flow of Qi. If it gets too chaotic, I won't be able to break the Ritual."
Xia Lun raised his Revolver, leveling its long, hard barrel at a scale-armored mummy who was clearly a squad leader. "You can see Qi?"
"Once your Secret Art Specialization gets high enough, yes."
Bang!
An orange-red muzzle flash flared and vanished. A specially made large-caliber bullet spun into the mummy's eye socket, but it merely staggered back two steps. Its head had not exploded!
The mummy slowly straightened its head, vertebrae rattling. The lines carved into its purplish-black face glinted faintly. Its mouth twitched as if it meant to smile, but the next instant, a second bullet slammed into the same eye socket.
Crack!
The mummy's head burst apart. Its headless body flew backward and struck the threshold at the passage entrance.
Unlike ordinary mindless Undead, these Withered Dead clearly possessed