One cut, two cuts, three cuts...
The proliferation speed of the "rotten flesh" on the surface of the creature gradually couldn't keep up with the speed at which the Alien Blade peeled it away. Sun Hang was like a chef handling ingredients, skillfully cutting away inedible parts, separating bone and flesh, removing the fascia, carving out the decayed and spoiled areas...
The creature began to emit a sharp wail... Although Sun Hang wasn't sure if that sound, like glass shards scraping against a blackboard, was indeed its wail, it was no longer important.
More and more limbs burst out from the ground, but these new ones had nothing human about them. They were more like tumors growing randomly... and their purpose was no longer to attack, but solely to block the continually swinging Alien Blade.
