"What... what the hell are they?"
When Lin Sanjiu retracted her large skeletal wings slowly behind her back, she felt as if someone was squeezing her heart. Tighter and tighter. She moved her wings uncomfortably and tried to steady her breathing. Even after experiencing more than a hundred battles, big and small, this particular bloodless fight creeped her out the most.
There were ten soft, spineless, flexible things lying haphazardly on the ground. If it weren't for the clothes that wrapped them and their hair, it was simply impossible to identify these things as humans. Or rather, some human parts.
Lin Sanjiu's skeletal wings have proven themselves to be more powerful than any of the weapons she had ever used. They were swift, hard, nimble and sharp. Even the whistling sounds they made as they pierced through the air were painfully sharp. Yet, this level of strength was not even required to dispatch the current opponents they faced.
