This Netherling crawled along the ground on all fours as it charged.
In Mingwei and the others' eyes, its speed had been as slow as a snail's before, and they had not taken it seriously at all.
But now that they looked at it, its speed was actually not slow!
"Roar!"
The Netherling howled madly as it charged toward Mingwei.
Mingwei stood with her legs straight and gripped the Ring Blade tightly. The instant the Netherling reached her, she suddenly pushed off with both legs and flipped through the air, hooking the Ring Blade around the Netherling's head!
The Ring Blade was also a circular weapon, but both its inner and outer edges were sharpened, making it extremely keen.
After slipping the Ring Blade over its head, Mingwei suddenly yanked it. With a sharp snap, the Netherling's neck broke, and its head rolled across the ground.
Her movements had been clean and decisive. The other exiles and Desolate Gods could not help cheering when they saw this.
Mingwei was still Mingwei. Even though her strength had been drastically reduced, leaving her no different from everyone else—a mortal—her past experience and hard-won training remained. Her abilities were still not to be underestimated.
However, when she severed the Netherling's head, a large amount of blood sprayed from its neck. She had no way to avoid it, and that splash of blood added a trace of slaughter to her white clothes.
The sight of the Netherlings had originally left everyone in despair. But after hearing Mingwei's words and seeing how easily she had killed one, the exiles immediately regained their confidence.
Even if their cultivation had been weakened, their strength reduced, and even their soul power diminished, they still possessed abundant experience. They had once cultivated several extremely formidable martial techniques, too!
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