Shi Hao huffed and with a flick of his finger, whoosh, a roaring flame instantly devoured the corpse.
The moment the corpse was attacked, it immediately charged towards Shi Hao.
Seeing a corpse enveloped in flames rushing towards them, regardless of the opponent's strength, Yi Rong and the others were terrified and quickly retreated.
Wu Zi'an had recovered slightly and could see vaguely again. Suddenly seeing a bright light rushing towards him, he naturally thought it was an enemy attack and instinctively drew the sword from his waist, charging towards the corpse.
Bang!
Despite the corpse seeming to be reanimated and terrifying, in reality, its combat power was so weak it was pitiful. A single sword from Wu Zi'an drove it back, and with a crack, it instantly split in two and fell to the ground, scattering into pieces.
Wu Zi'an was still baffled, thinking to himself, was this enemy really that weak?
