"Your people are not good, the third young master." Surrounded by the undead, the crow leaned against the wall with his hands in his chest and his back, and said leisurely, "It took only so long that someone was exhausted."

The situation on the battlefield is not optimistic.

Although the strength of these undead spirits can be comparable to those of low-level energy-controllers, the second-level strong men are still very easy to deal with. However, the problem is that the number of undead spirits is endless. As many undead spirits are killed, many undead spirits will emerge again and are constantly killed. The physical strength of the strong men is limited after all. The ants bite the elephant to death. The high-intensity battle of more than ten minutes has caused several of the assassins with poor physical strength to lose their strength.

"Your people may not be much better." Zhao Zheng stood on the other side, even though Mi Xin was separated from the crow, he still refused to retort, "My people are just exhausted. There are two injured on your side, and they still have the intention to laugh at me?"

Yes, even if there is a qualitative gap in strength, there are too many undeads, and they don’t know what defense is and what fear is. Most of the combat experience of mercenaries is aimed at humans. They will inevitably feel uncomfortable in the face of the undead attack without fear of death. In addition, they have been exhausted for a long time. If they are accidentally exhausted, there will be several wounds on the two of them. Although the injuries are not serious, the problems representing that they are very serious, which means that the mercenaries cannot hold on for too long. It is estimated that the frequency of injuries will become higher and higher as time goes by.

"Tsk tsk, that's a mercenary from the backlight team, not from our firm." The crow spread his hands and said with a smile, "My people are wandering outside."

"Oh, instead of spending your time on meaningless quarrels, you two might as well share some pressure for me." Ma Xing, the old man who was standing in front of Mi Xin, finally couldn't help it and complained in a low voice, "The energy pressure has been slightly reduced. Although I don't know the specific reason, it cannot be ruled out that the other party is accumulating strength to prepare for a fierce attack. My physique cannot afford the protracted battle. Now you can join forces to support me for a while and give me some time to recover."

At this time, the three of them had time to chat because they did not participate in the battle. The only ones fighting on the field were the energy-controllers brought by both sides. They were not lazy, but the enemy's attack method was too weird. The three of them had to stay by Mi Xin's side at all times and dared not leave a step.

The people from the backlight team have suggested that everyone replace the battle, and the retreating people are responsible for guarding Mi Xin, but the crow rejected the proposal without thinking about it, because in this situation, only the three guards are trustworthy, and no one else can believe it.

Of course, there is no need to say that the crow himself was. If Ma Xing was not trustworthy, Mi Xin would have died several times. Zhao Zheng, no matter how he said he didn't care, but the crow understood that Zhao Zheng was the one who was most worried about Mi Xin's death present.

If Mi Xin died at the hands of the undead and their controllers, and the assassins could not silence the news in time and let the news spread, then Zhao Zheng would be like a failure in the mission, and it would be difficult for the Zhao family to obtain supplies from the original client, and the result would be that both sides would be in vain.

Therefore, Zhao Zheng will definitely protect Mi Xin with all his might, but if he completely loses hope in the end, he will launch a sudden attack, kill Mi Xin with his own hands and then escape from the place. However, the crow did not think that the situation would develop in an uncontrollable direction, so he was not worried that Zhao Zheng would suddenly change his position, and he would be at ease with Zhao Zheng and Ma Xing to stay by Mi Xin's side.

"No, we will resist the pressure of the first-level energy controller. In a few dozen seconds, we probably won't have to do anything else." Regardless of whether Ma Xing could see it with his back to him, the crow shook his head hard, "And you don't have to worry, the other party is definitely not accumulating strength."

"Um?"

"Mr. Ma, you feel less pressure after the big cat left." Seeing Ma Xing nodding and admitting, the crow said in a affirmative tone, "It's obvious that the enemy is still more concerned about the cat running around in my house. In order to avoid being perceived by her, she deliberately suppressed the energy output."

"That's a problem." Mi Xin also saw the development of the situation, but her expression was still so calm and calm, but there was a little more worry between her eyebrows. "The situation is not optimistic now, the other party has the advantage, but even so, they can still maintain a cautious attitude at any time. With their cautiousness, I am very worried that they will not leave any flaws. The female leopard sister may not be able to find them, if she can't find them..."

"Don't worry, it won't be too long." The crow's eyes were a little distracted, but they soon returned to normal. He said as if nothing had happened, "Cats are naturally catching mice. No matter how cunning a mouse is, they can't escape... Look, it appears."

Just like in response to his words, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

The strength of the undead has dropped sharply, and the number has suddenly decreased sharply. The power controlers who were holding old swords and slashing at the defense at the last moment, but the next moment it suddenly dissipated into a pile of white bones. The resentful spirits floating in the air even made a sound of despair, turning into nothingness in their unwillingness.

Not that there are only two or three thousand left on the field, and new undeads are still appearing. However, after the decline of strength, this number of undead can only temporarily delay the energy controls and can no longer pose a threat to them. Not only that, the speed of the energy controls destroying the undead has gradually exceeded the speed of the undead. It is estimated that it will not take long before the energy controls will completely clean up the undead.

"The pressure of energy attack has also been greatly reduced." Ma Xing was stunned and said in surprise, "Is this... the female leopard found the enemy's position?"

"It seems that it's not only found it, but also taught the other party a vivid lesson." Although he smiled on his face, a layer of gloom was covered in the crow's eyes.

"What's wrong, Mr. Crow?" Mi Xin asked softly, "Are you worried about the female leopard sister? When she was chatting with me at the banquet, she talked about her speed. Even if the enemy is very strong, she would not be caught up with her speed."

"Ha, I've bragged with alcohol, right?" The crow laughed and shook his head, "I asked her to solve the problem, not to let her die. If I feel that the enemy is invincible, I won't... x, be crazy, Zhao Zheng, Mr. Ma, you can hold on for a while, I'll kill a few undeads to enjoy it."

After leaving a mysterious word, the crow suddenly spread its cloak and floated up, like a real crow, diving down from the air to the tide of the dead. On the way, the man was still on the way and made a string of strange and sharp laughter.

What's going on? Is this person suddenly crazy?
Chapter completed!