Yu Xuan flicked his wrist, summoning his blade back to him. The weapon ascended through the air, its edge carving shallow lines into the monsters as it returned.
He caught it and immediately noticed.
Black blood.
The earlier blast had torn through their ranks, obliterating some completely and reducing others to mangled husks… yet the survivors kept coming. Their charge didn't falter for even a moment.
Even with half their bodies missing, they lunged. Even crawling on stumps where legs should've been, they dragged themselves forward with mindless determination.
Yu Xuan's eyes narrowed. "They do not fear death… Hmm, war machines."
He moved, faster than their crimson eyes could follow. His form blurred as he darted into their midst, his sword no longer shining with silver starlight. Instead, it pulsed with a menacing crimson glow — an aura that seemed to impose its will on all around it.
[Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family]
