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The maneuvers were cruel and the timing was precise.
At this moment, Lu Chengyun's entire attention was focused on the Spirit Pivot Formation on the chest of the Corpse King. Guilt-ridden and fearful, he was repenting to the heavens, so he was somewhat caught off guard.
However, the strength of the Iron Corpse was, after all, inferior to that of the Corpse King, which had undergone Half-Bronze Corpse Transformation. Its movements were also a bit slower, giving Lu Chengyun a chance to escape.
Feeling the danger, he immediately moved to the side, dodging a claw aimed at his heart meridian, and then ducked his head to avoid a slice aimed at his neck.
Even so, his hair bun was still sliced off.
Lu Chengyun, with his hair disheveled, was in a pitiful state.
He looked at the two Iron Corpses with a face full of terror, retreating continuously as he pleaded,
"Elders, spare my life!"
