Before Mo Fan's words were finished, Beicheng Xue gave a cold snort.
"What do you plan to use to stop them, just the three of us?"
If it was merely one copper zombie puppet, the three of them working together wouldn't find it difficult to kill, but if there were more than two, not only would there be no chance of winning, it would end in mutual destruction.
And now, there are already seven or eight copper zombie puppets, with more rushing over at any moment.
Once they get involved, they are certainly the ones who would be finished first.
Especially when the copper zombie puppets have bodies like copper skin and iron bones, aside from the Dragon Scale Sword, which can kill, their other methods are nearly ineffective.
Mo Fan turned to Beicheng Xue: "To die, if you're scared, you still have time to escape now."
Beicheng Xue snorted.
"Childish."
"You."
