"Roar~"
These reanimated corpses were as nimble as wild apes. They leapt down in succession, wielding sabers, and their military boots created cracked pits in the ground as they landed.
The saber-wielding corpses stood erect, their upper bodies straight, eyes fiercely watchful.
The old man chewed the peanuts to a pulp yet spoke with clear enunciation, "Their combat style is similar to Wandering Deity soldiers, but they seem to only use daggers and sabers. Like other reanimated corpses, they must have their brains destroyed to be killed. Moreover, this group of corpses possesses quite a high degree of collective combat experience, almost indistinguishable from that of regular wasteland veterans."
He paused, then continued, "These corpses don't breathe or have a body temperature; they're masters at stealth and invasion. I was so focused on you that I ended up being caught off guard."
