On the battlefield remnants, only Mu Qingge stood alone. The Linglong Spear in her hand was majestic and intimidating, perfectly complementing her aura.
Xi Qianxue awakened from her shock, slowly emerging from her hiding spot, took a deep breath, and then quickly ran towards Mu Qingge.
"They..." Xi Qianxue opened her mouth, but didn't know where to begin with her questions.
If it was said that Mu Qingge was previously not easily injured by these spiritual attacks because she was both an Artifact Refiner and an Alchemist, then how could one explain the current situation?
What method did she use to so sharply kill all these undead monsters!
Xi Qianxue had too many questions in her heart, but when facing Mu Qingge, a voice inside told her, 'Some things should not be asked, and some things should not be overthought.'
So when the words reached her lips, 'How did they die' transformed into another sentence—
"Are they all dead now?" Xi Qianxue stared at the ashen powder.
