"Shi Ji, want to try out your new skill?"
Watching Nezha and Zhao Gongming charge forward while Shi Ji remained behind him, Jiang Yuan asked with interest.
"Forget it, my skills are all single-target, and there are too many of them on the other side. Let them handle it."
Shi Ji chuckled lightly as a black skeletal magic wand appeared in his hand, followed by a dark wave of energy emanating from him as the center.
Nezha, Zhao Gongming, Mu Qianshan, and a few of Shi Ji's Undead Enslavement minions, also had a black halo envelop them.
At the same time, a similar black halo appeared around the twelve people who were just fighting.
However, Jiang Yuan could clearly feel that something about them seemed different now, right?
The very next second, a young man who was trying to withstand Zhao Gongming's attack suddenly slipped, and his head hit Zhao Gongming's steel whip.
"Bang!"
