These corpses must have all been in the Body Refinement Realm when they were alive. After death, having endured the erosion of wind and rain, their skeletal hardness could no longer match that of their living days. Under Zhou Heng's longsword, they were like chaff before the wind, one after another falling down.
It's lucky it was Zhou Heng. Had it been someone else without the support of Cloud Flying Step, how could they not have been touched by so much as a hint in the siege of these walking corpses?
Poison, after all, doesn't necessarily need to strike a vital spot!
Thud, thud, thud, the corpses fell to the ground, returning to dust, and the green flames in their eye sockets were extinguished as well.
After about ten minutes, several hundred corpses had been laid flat, and Zhou Heng stopped, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
