Nuannuan sighed behind Yang Fei: "You were really right."
"These guys are experts from the Wooden Gate, one of the Twelve Branches of the Wu Clan. The Wooden Gate is also known as the Gate of Immortality."
"These guys wrapped themselves with talisman cloths to lock their Essence Qi from leaking. They look absolutely hideous."
Listening to Nuannuan's pointers, Yang Fei indeed saw the densely packed talismans on the enemy's white cloth strips, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.
Nuannuan shook her head, whispering into Yang Fei's ear.
"These people are tough. The talisman cloths can neutralize most physical attacks. We should leave quickly."
At this moment, a mummy in front of Yang Fei let out a weird laugh.
"Since you know you can't escape, why not surrender willingly?"
His voice was as grating and unpleasant as a rusty wheel turning.
However, the dead silence around him suddenly dissipated, replaced by a powerful battle will like raging flames.
