"Whoooosh!"
White Flame burned fiercely. Dongfang Lie's eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face!
"S-so strong!"
Even after watching Zhou Sining's match against the British Team in person, he was still stunned by Zhou Sining's strength.
Those had been over four hundred Crimson Mummies, all Warrior Level undead, even if they were at the very bottom of that tier... Yet Zhou Sining had wiped them all out with a single spell!
Mo Fan and Ai Jiangtu remained perfectly calm. They had experienced his Level Four Heavenly Flame Funeral firsthand, after all. This Level Three version was nothing compared to that.
"You killed them all. Did we come up here just to make up the numbers? Kill fewer next time. Leave the next wave to us," Mo Fan said.
"Sure." Zhou Sining smiled faintly.
Each Crimson Mummy was worth roughly 200 Life Points. Four hundred meant eighty thousand.
With eighty thousand Life Points in the bag, Zhou Sining was practically laughing himself senseless inside. He couldn't be bothered to compete with Mo Fan and the others.
Right on cue, the next wave of nearly two hundred Crimson Mummies charged toward them.
Zhou Sining watched at his leisure. "I suggest you fight from the wall first. Don't charge straight in, or they'll tear you apart."
His advice was sincere.
He could handle the undead easily because his Level Three Heavenly Flame was enhanced sixfold, and his Gangsha Flame naturally suppressed evil, on top of its various other properties.
But once surrounded by a sea of undead, an Advanced Level mage who could handle around fifty Warrior Level undead at once was already doing very well.
Someone like Dongfang Lie, who had only recently reached the Advanced Level, was especially at risk. Fortunately, he still had his Flame Dragon. Combined with