Lin Mo watched as the lumbering 'zombies' lunged at the defending martial artists. Dust flew as the leader of the martial artists stomped his feet and kicked away the first one who seemed to be targeting the woman seated in the carriage in front of the cart.
Just as he had witnessed before, Lin Mo caught the hint of martial qi in that kick, while his inner energy protected his foot from the impact, allowing him to send the creature stumbling back.
It was a crude application of energy compared to the refined spiritual arts of the cultivators from the Realm of Nine Heavens. Still, it was effective in its own brutal way.
The martial artist, a man with arms like tree trunks, didn't stop there. He flowed into a spinning backhand, his saber, which looked like a heavy, serrated cleaver, bit deep into the creature's shoulder.
