Wang Wenze, gripping his mighty sword, frowned as he looked at the strange man kneeling before him. It was clear that his previous assessment of the man's abilities was somewhat underestimated. Putting aside the protective array, the sheer physical sturdiness far surpassed that of an average Three Corpses Slasher Cultivator. His powerful slash, infused with internal energy, had only managed to sever the man's forearm, and now the blade was stuck at the creature's neck as if it were embedded in solid iron.
No one knew how this stranger's body was composed, as the successive attacks left no blood flowing from his body. The wounds resembled a lump of gray-white rotting flesh emitting a foul stench, leaving Wang Wenze both horrified and slightly nauseated.
