"Impossible…" Yu Xuan muttered under his breath, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword.
Then he noticed it — an oddity.
Some of the hunters' flesh bore faint scars, jagged cracks where old wounds had healed, yet their bodies moved with unnatural smoothness. Their blood-red eyes glowed brighter than the others.
Yu Xuan focused harder, and his eyes widened in realization.
Most of them are likely Core Formation realm, he thought, judging by their auras.
Even the ones whose skulls Lingluo had crushed were still standing. And the bodies of those at the Foundation Establishment realm were missing entirely; their clothes remained, but the flesh was gone.
'When…' Yu Xuan thought, keeping an eye on the battle. They must have been absorbed by the stronger ones.
'Is crushing their skulls not enough?' he wondered. Even at likely Core Formation, they hadn't died from skull-crushing attacks. Perhaps their weak points are different for the stronger ones.
