Ye Weiming had plenty of experience dealing with undead creatures like Fallen Ghouls. With a flick of his right hand through the air, the Golden Light Sword, which he had not used in a long time, appeared in his grasp. At the same time, he poured internal energy into the scabbard of the Imperial Sword on his back.
Brahma's chant arose, and the Fallen Ghoul's movements were immediately suppressed by some powerful force, becoming sluggish and weak.
Sensing that the chant's restraint on the Fallen Ghoul was even more effective than expected, Ye Weiming's lips curled upward. At the same time, the Golden Light Sword in his hand split into two, striking the blades held in the Fallen Ghoul's hands.
"Clang! Clang!"
Amid two crisp rings, the Fallen Ghoul's originally ferocious attack abruptly halted in midair, as though the scene had been frozen at that very moment.
Yet the only thing frozen was the Fallen Ghoul. The talisman drifting from the wooden rack nearby was not included. Neither was Ye Weiming!
Intercepting Sword Stance!
With a simple move, Ye Weiming completely broke the Fallen Ghoul's crude dual-blade slash, which had been sustained solely by savage malice. He then stepped forward, and the Golden Light Sword in his hand became a streak of golden light that pierced directly into the Fallen Ghoul's chest.
No matter how one looked at it, this Fallen Ghoul resembled the zombies of legend more closely.
For creatures like this, places such as the throat and brow, which were the deadliest vital points on a human body, might not be particularly vulnerable. Instead, the heart, an organ well protected in humans, was often a zombie-like creature's fatal weakness.
Of course, Ye Weiming had learned this strange bit of knowledge from movies and television shows, so he did