Lethal Stunner: Kicking Off with Five Beast Husbands

Chapter 11: 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.

Que Zelian rode the wind, effortlessly carrying Xiao Jinsheng up to the rooftop on the fifth floor.

At the same time, Huaiqing activated the overgrown plants around the repair shop, sending several long vines to Que Zelian on the rooftop.

Que Zelian secured the vines tightly to the roof, and the remaining four climbed up the moss-covered walls with ease, using the vines.

The Fog Corpses surrounded the building below and attempted to climb up by grabbing the vegetation on the walls.

Huaiqing immediately drained the life force from the plants on the first floor of the repair shop.

As the vitality faded, the vegetation turned to dried grass; when the Fog Corpses grabbed at it, it crumbled in their claws, causing them to fall and pile on top of each other like tumbling dominoes.

"What's with these Fog Corpses? We've run so far, and they're still chasing us," Yu Yunxiao said, locking the rooftop door and walking to the rail to look down below.

In Mist West, Fog Corpses usually had a specific range of activity. Unless there was fresh blood to lure them, with the speed they'd been running, they should have shaken them off long ago.

"There's no point in dwelling on this now. To avoid more trouble, we have no choice but to kill them," Su Ye said as he unloaded the long, black-cloth-wrapped object that had been strapped to his back.

Jinsheng had been curious for a while about why he carried around a wooden stick wrapped in cloth, but

the stick was a daunting 2.2 meters long. What if Su Ye unwrapped it just to smack her over the

as the black cloth came off, what emerged was

meter long, while

gaze followed Su Ye, her eyes wide

even his

long?" Xiao Jinsheng, unable to resist her

hearing, caught her

the weapon into the air, spun around, and delivered a kick. The scabbard was sent flying midair, piercing a Fog Corpse's neck and skewering five of them standing close together like

look down, her hand reflexively

storyline—those five men had each stabbed her in the end, and

from the railing, bumping into Su Ye, who was walking

turned to see who she had collided with and found herself staring into Su Ye's icy golden eyes

with the image of being skewered alongside Fog Corpses by his 2.2-meter blade. Her body trembled as despair

demanded, "Xiao Jinsheng, did you mistake another man's face for mine, or did you call your man the wrong

clutched her chest. "My heart

you scare me again, I'll just die

Ye had grown numb to Xiao Jinsheng's antics

the crazed, violent woman she used to be, always hitting and yelling at

she'd switched to

said as

he descended, he stepped on a Fog Corpse's head, using it as a foothold to flip in midair. His long blade swept across, slicing in half the incoming Fog Corpses

blood splattered

still poor, they could make

rooftop, Xiao Jinsheng turned pale but forced herself to lean over the edge, pushing herself to

this would be commonplace, and she needed to

everything look pixelated, which lessened the

stayed behind to protect her, the remaining three jumped down to

brutal approach, the other three men's methods of attack were

reducing the

a sniper rifle and, using the mist as cover, effortlessly aimed for and shot the Four-Star

hand, summoning a rain of

crimson feathers poured down, each piercing directly through the

Zelian realized something was

the air, he called back the red feathers, now carrying Star Stones,

single Fog Corpse's brain

leaned on the railing, staring in shock