The multi-armed corpse slave held back the fiercely incoming flesh and blood net, giving Lu Xuan a breather.
With a mere thought, the low-grade Magic Artifact, Peacock King Sword, nurtured in his Dantian, immediately responded.
Amid a long cry, a dazzling golden peacock burst forth like lightning. Its feathers were like sharp long swords, bursting with Sword Intent, and it seemed to carry the shadow of a Four-Armed Bodhisattva on its back.
The shadow sensed the sinister aura within the flesh and blood net, waved its four arms, and the light from the peacock brightened several times as it swiftly traversed through the net.
Wherever it passed, the flesh that made up the net melted away rapidly like snow under a scorching sun, leaving only fragments in an instant.
Lu Xuan stood on the back of the multi-armed corpse slave, letting its arms guard him all around as he leaped out of the valley.
