Lu Mingshu and Xie Xingchen suddenly changed color.
Martial Artists who reached the Spirit Realm had all come up through a path of slaughter, long accustomed to bloodshed; however, the sight of severed limbs assembling into people, this kind of grotesque and bizarre apparition, was unheard of.
This was no longer a technique of their world; Fu Shangqing's origins, indeed, were out of the ordinary!
The abominable reanimated corpses howled as they charged forwards, and Lu Mingshu's body was cloaked in swirling sword-light as it sang out in chorus, striking down to kill.
When her sword-light touched these severed corpses, she noticed something amiss.
It had been effortless to slay those puppets just now, but this time her sword-light sank heavily.
Had their strength increased? That too held no fear for her. With a slight exertion of force, her sword light flashed through, and flesh and blood flew in all directions.
