Although Cell's is still very weak, at least he is already a person who can move, and he will not drag others down. Now they are not completely out of danger. Everyone didn't have much to do at this time, and now that they were able to act, they were unwilling to stay where they were, and everyone continued to move towards the ruins of the ancient battlefield.

And on the periphery, the big shield tower frowned and said, "How can Cell" move again?"

Although Sota was surprised, it wasn't that he couldn't figure it out, maybe Cell's injury was not too serious, and a little recovery potion could make Cell's recovery not necessarily happen.

Wu Yi and the others walked vigilantly, and at this time, only Wu Yi took the lead. Cell and Carter walked in the middle, and Rick stayed in the back area.

At this time, in order to prevent the mist-like dark environment from attacking them again, Wu Yi had already picked up a torch in his hand, at least the ancient humans used it to this day, and the fire was of great significance to the physical and psychological comfort of human beings.

The torch in Wu Yi's hand was made improvised by a wooden drum found in the ruins of this ancient battlefield. From time to time, there was a crackling sound in the center of the flames.

The weather, which was supposed to be noon, became extremely overcast, and the sun was obscured by thick clouds, and no light could be refracted from them. There seemed to be thunder and lightning brewing in the black clouds.

At this time, in Wu Yi's mind, he remembered the voice of the white jade remnant soul and said, "The current situation is not quite right, the environment here is getting more and more strange. ”

He was reminding Wu Yi, but at this time, Wu Yi was already highly nervous, and the surrounding environment couldn't have gotten worse. Of course, this is just Wu Yi's simple idea.

It didn't take long for them to move, and they noticed that the scenery around them had dimmed again, as if a thick black fog had solemnized them.

By this time, everyone had already realized that a dangerous environment was about to appear. Even though Ghost Fire Rick had three flames around him, it was only able to ensure that the darkness of his surroundings would decrease slowly.

It was not possible to stop the change of the environment here, and at this time, Wu Yi was surprised to find that the flame of the torch in his hand was getting smaller and smaller. When Wu Yi's attention was on these flames.

Something in Wu Yi's field of vision attacked him, and this figure approached along with the black mist, so that Wu Yi was not too prepared.

Compared to the black room, which was close enough and concealed enough, Wu Yi had to give up the torch in his hand and threw it at the attacking figure, and the bamboo sword in his hand had already slashed at the same time.

At this time, no one needs to be reminded to know that the night has come, the danger has come, and the others have been alert to the direction they are vigilant about.

After Wu Yi rushed over with the torches, he had already clearly seen the state of the figure monster that rushed over, this was a dried corpse, and the eye sockets were black holes, as if there was a deeper thick black mist.

The humanoid monster was dressed in rusty armor, some of which had fallen off the clasps, revealing dry, rag-like skin. These are dried corpses left in the ruins of ancient battlefields.

And these dry corpses didn't know what they were affected and were able to come alive to attack Wu Yi and them, and all they could do at this time was to resist hard.

This dry corpse is obviously afraid of flames, and when Wu Yi threw it at the dry corpse in front of him, "he" had obvious traces of dodging, which gave Wu Yi a certain advantage.

Wu Yi came first, and the bamboo sword infused with magic power in his hand slashed at the rusty iron sword that the dry corpse was carrying. The iron sword looked like it could break at any moment.

But he caught Wu Yi's attack, and continued without retreating at all. Wu Yi was suddenly very surprised, not only surprised that the rusty iron sword was not broken, but also surprised that the strength of the dried corpse was able to reach the same level as himself.

This was something that Wu Yi had never thought of, and Wu Yi had not yet felt the flow of phantom power from the bodies of the dried corpses, just like these dried corpses had always been dead things.

Even if it was able to move, it would still be dead. But it was such a strange dead thing, which made Wu Yi and them tired to deal with it. In this blink of an eye, four or five dried corpse soldiers had already appeared around Wu Yi and the four of them.

Carter the Archer and the Great Swordsman were able to reach one or two Dead Soldiers, and Ghost Fire Rick was able to block one, because the Dead Soldiers were obviously afraid of flames.

But it's just fear, it's not that they're incapacitated, "they" will dodge Rick's flame attacks, and of course, sometimes, in order to be able to get close to Rick's side, they will also take the initiative to attack at the risk of being burned.

However, Rick was confident in his abilities, and as the Dry Corpse Soldier approached him, his god suddenly formed a fiery dragon around him, spreading out around him.

The corpse soldier was not very reckless and avoided it in embarrassment, but another corpse soldier came out in the darkness.

Wu Yi didn't have the ability to attack with flames, but his phantom power was relatively strong, and the condensed phantom attack actually made the corpse soldiers a little overwhelmed.

And Wu Yi was not much easier because of this, because the dry corpse soldiers all found that Wu Yi belonged to the more difficult category to deal with, and immediately three dry corpse soldiers attacked Wu Yi at the same time.

Wu Yi's phantom power skyrocketed, condensing two phantom shields to block the two dried corpse soldiers who suddenly appeared, while he used the ability of purple lightning god speed to attack one of the dried corpse soldiers.

The bamboo sword in his hand only pointed at the opponent's head, and the dry corpse soldier didn't know what fear was at this time, and the rusty iron sword in his hand also attacked Wu Yi's head.

The rusty iron sword slashed out a brass-colored sword flower, but Wu Yi's speed increased, and the bamboo sword in his hand slashed towards the head of the corpse soldier like a green light.

This corpse soldier didn't show the slightest sign of dodging, this is the rhythm of losing both. Of course, Wu Yi would not let such a thing happen.

The phantom power on his feet exploded, and the ability of purple lightning speed was also exerted to the extreme, and his body suddenly dragged out a purple afterimage, and the bamboo sword in his hand easily slashed across the neck of the dry corpse soldier.

And he had already come to the back of the corpse soldier, and the rusty iron sword in the corpse soldier's hand was only halfway wielded.

There was a click, like the sound of a dry branch falling.