"That's impossible!"
In the meeting room, the elderly man on the right suddenly stood up, disbelief written all over his face.
He was well aware of the power of the Silver Corpse!
Forget about a cold weapon, even a small sniper rifle couldn't penetrate the body of a Silver Corpse!
Yet now, Ning An wielded a Copper Coin Sword that looked like a sword but was far less sharp, piercing through the Silver Corpse as if it were tofu.
It's like someone wrestling with an elephant and not only avoiding getting crushed but flipping the elephant over.
Even more outrageous than that!
"Roar!"
The Silver Corpse let out a piercing scream, but it didn't dare move.
Its howl was no longer a threat, nor anger, but fear.
A nameless fear rooted deep in its bones, its instinct trembling, as if warning it:
Don't move, move and die!
"Roar."
