"Meteor Fist!"
"Thousand Flame Feathers!"
Two more immensely powerful fire spells slammed into the horde of Crimson Mummies, consuming their souls.
"Shit! You're copying me!" Mo Fan's eyes went wide.
"Flame Sword!"
An even greater surprise followed. Zhou Sining curled his hands slightly, and a gigantic sword of white flame, dozens of meters long, took shape in his grasp!
Zhou Sining slashed again and again, sending waves of white flame sweeping through dozens of Crimson Mummies.
Before long, Zhou Sining had cleared out nearly all of the thousand-strong horde of Crimson Mummies.
The five Egyptians were furious and frantic. Damn it, they couldn't summon them as fast as Zhou Sining killed them. What the hell was this?!
Zhou Sining also noticed something was wrong. Even at 200 life points apiece, those thousand Crimson Mummies should have earned him 200,000.
Yet after all that killing, he had only gained 120,000 life points.
"Quite a few fakes in there!" Zhou Sining put away his Flame Sword.
"Instantaneous Movement!"
Silver light flashed. Zhou Sining, who had been on the other side just a moment ago, suddenly appeared beside the five members of the Egypt Team.
On closer inspection, the Egyptians were constantly dripping blood into something below them that resembled a scarlet pool of blood. Their blood contained their magic energy.
Each drop that entered the pool brought several Crimson Mummies crawling out.
"If I'd awakened the undead element, I might be able to figure something out. Too bad..."
Zhou Sining studied it for a while without making any sense of it, then simply gave up.
In fact, the five members of the Egypt Team had noticed him as soon as he appeared. Unfortunately, no matter how many undead they summoned, none could break through his defenses...
Never mind the flames-these Crimson Mummies