Chapter 11: Every Task Taker’s European Emperor Dream
The One-Star Fog Corpses were the majority, but leading them was actually a Four-Star Fog Corpse.
"Haven't been to Mist West for half a year, and now this bad luck?" Yu Yunxiao was speechless.
The five men didn't want to provoke the Fog Corpses further and sped up their pace.
Xiao Jinsheng was abruptly carried in a princess hold by Que Zelian.
She trembled in his arms out of fear but still instinctively clung tightly to his neck, biting her lip to suppress her screams to avoid attracting more trouble.
At least being carried by Que Zelian was a lot better than being slung over the shoulders of Yu Yunxiao and Mo Jiao one after the other the day before.
As they fled, the Fog Corpses gave chase for half an hour. Not only did they fail to shake them off, but the numbers pursuing them kept growing.
"We need to deal with them first," Su Ye said gravely. "If we keep running, and they form a Fog Corpse tide, we're all dead."
There were only six of them, and the ones with significant combat capabilities were just Su Ye, Mo Jiao, and Que Zelian.
A quick glance at the horde chasing them showed over three hundred Fog Corpses.
Eventually, the six managed to flee to an abandoned auto repair shop.