Stepping over the viscous blood, a bloody footprint was left on the floor. The bronze sword in hand became somewhat slippery due to the soaked blood fats. The petite body was already covered in bloodstains. Of course, they were the bloodstains of the enemy.
The corpse chieftains were not easy to deal with. Although their movements were stiff, their speed and strength had already exceeded ordinary people. In order to attack, they could make movements that went against their body structure.
This was not the most troublesome part.
Looking at the wailing, begging or cursing puppets, Qiu Wentian's delicate and indifferent face became slightly rigid.
"Beasts!" All she could do was curse the Casters hiding in the shadows.
She didn't know whether these puppets still retained the consciousness and feelings of being humans or whether it was simply a disguise made by the puppeteers behind the scenes to confuse her.
This move indeed had a significant impact on her.
