Indeed, where's the Tomb Lord?
This question also emerged in the minds of the disciples of the Profound Ming Tomb present.
As for the envoys from the Emperor's Palace, they were utterly bewildered, wondering where their household's guard captain had gone!
But no matter how puzzled these people were, under the formidable suppression of Jian ZaiXin and Linghu Jue, they could only lower their heads obediently and wait silently.
Meanwhile, within the arsenal.
A world-shattering battle was unfolding.
Boom boom boom!
With the sound of dull, thunderous crashes, the zombies entangled with Dou Yin'an were successively thrown blasting away.
Among them, the one most severely injured had both arms shattered off, leaving behind only bare shoulders and exposed gray-white bone stumps.
"Heh heh, Li Jingxing, do you truly believe relying on these ungrateful ones would let you defeat me? You're too naive!" Dou Yin'an sneered repeatedly.
