Feng Ying stood dumbstruck.
She had seen that figure who had suddenly charged into the fray before—in a dream. Even now, she remembered her clearly.
The Mysterious Girl tossed aside her longbow, casually picked up a saber, and charged forward. Every movement perfectly fused violence with nimbleness. Her techniques were simple, crisp, and clean, without a shred of needless complexity.
With a rise of her hand and a fall of the blade, the head of a revived corpse spun into the sky.
The domineering blade crashed against a longsword, making it tremble loose from its wielder's hand.
The unabated blade swept past the top of his head. The robed disciple's hair flew loose, and terror shattered his courage. He turned and fled without hesitation, hurling a chaotic mess of talismans behind him and even using a Lightness Talisman. Yet before he had taken more than a few steps, a heavy blow struck him from behind. His entire body flew forward, sailed over the grass, and smashed headfirst into the stone shrine. He died on the spot.
The slender girl seemed to harbor an extreme loathing for the revived corpses, and the techniques she used naturally suppressed evil things. She hacked and kicked through them as though rotten wood crumbling before a storm.
The longsaber flew from her hand, piercing through Talisman Paper and the corpse behind it alike.
Empty-handed, she charged at the last corpse, leaped up, and drove a savage punch into its chest in midair. The crack of shattering bones was piercing. Then, punch after punch drove the corpse backward. After three blows, even if the talisman had not failed, it no longer mattered.
She coolly flicked the blood from her fists.
She turned to glance at the people under siege, thought for a moment, then walked over