In such confined spaces, a stick couldn't unleash its full force, but it was generally enough. Shaofeng's stick rained blows on the animated corpse, leaving it with no room for defense. The creature that should have been immensely strong and resistant to blades felt like a puppet on strings in his hands, standing when told to stand and falling when told to fall.
Its joints were smashed, yet it still managed to struggle to its feet; its chest was pierced, and it still could emit a dry, hoarse roar. The extreme desiccation of its body led its craving for flesh to climax, but the hatred in its heart prevented it from finding peace even in death.
