In the slanted metal storm of the three Lion Scorpion Roar Type II war machines, if it were a team of other explorers, even with a scale of thousands, they would be cleared by the powerful firepower within seconds.
But at this moment in the tomb, although undead skeletons and flesh flew about every moment, the undead army still advanced steadfastly and ferociously.
Hei Qi raised his staff high, and a continual flow of spiritual energy began to gather. His Black Magic Burst accumulated the endless primordial energy from the Dark Temple warriors.
The enemy commander cursed angrily, "There's a dark mage, raise shields, protect the war machines."
Before the words fell, a long knife was already stabbing toward his throat. The frosty blade left no doubt that if it hit, it would likely sever sinews and dislocate bones, separating head from body.
