Lin Xuan understood that perfectly well, and he had no time to slowly wear himself down against these low-level Refined Corpses.
With a sweep of his sleeve, spiritual light flared brilliantly, and pale silver strands of Sword Qi emerged one after another in the void.
Their number was utterly absurd—there were actually thousands upon thousands of them.
These, of course, were not Lin Xuan's life-bound treasures, merely Void Shadows of Sword Qi formed from his magic power.
If used against Cultivators of the same rank, they might perhaps fall somewhat short, but what did a mere handful of low-level Refined Corpses before him amount to? There was no need at all for Lin Xuan to bring out any treasure; the Sword Qi he had casually condensed was already enough to deal with them.
"Fall!"
Following Lin Xuan's loud shout, Sword Rays poured down like rain, descending in a flurry toward the city wall ahead.
For a time, miserable screams erupted everywhere. In the blink of an eye, a swath of the corpse king's army had been swept away; wherever the Sword Qi passed, there was not a single foe who could withstand one exchange.
Those high-level Refined Corpses were greatly alarmed and released their divine sense one after another.
"Tribulation Transcendence Stage Cultivators—and there are two of them!"
Their expressions could not help turning ugly in the extreme, but they soon discovered that one of them was none other than the reincarnation of the Asura King.
If they could take her head, the reward from Corpse King Jinyue would allow them to rise by more than one entire major realm out of thin air.
At that thought, every one of those high-level Refined Corpses revealed an extremely greedy look.
Under a heavy reward, there would surely be brave men. Though