Chapter 382: Demon Corpse
Dense masses of figures surged toward the Myriad Demon Sect in an endless tide.
Their faces were rigid, yet their movements were astonishingly swift. Whether struck by blades, swords, or other weapons, their flesh rang with the sound of metal colliding.
A Myriad Demon Sect elder who had seen much in his life drew a sharp breath and said gravely, "These are Demon Corpses."
"Elder Yue, what are Demon Corpses?"
A Myriad Demon Sect disciple called out with a question.
"Demon Corpses are refined through secret arts. They appear to retain a human form, but in reality, they have already become walking weapons."
"They know neither fatigue nor pain. They only obey their controller's orders and slaughter without end."
"Most terrifying of all, these Demon Corpses possess a certain degree of self-healing. Even if you can injure them, it is difficult to inflict a fatal threat."
At those words, the surrounding Myriad Demon Sect disciples' expressions changed drastically.
"Is there really no way to deal with them?" a disciple asked uneasily.
"Of course there is."
"Use divine-soul methods to eradicate the wills remaining within their bodies."
"As long as their wills are destroyed, the strength of the Demon Corpses can be greatly weakened."
The instant his voice fell, the elder turned into a blur and rushed forward, blocking the way of over a hundred Demon Corpses almost instantly.
A furious shout rang out. Divine-soul power surged turbulently, condensing into a flying sword the size of a palm.
The flying sword swept through them like dead branches before a gale, sending dozens of Demon Corpses flying. Wisps of black mist seeped from their bodies.
It worked!
A sharp glint flashed in the old man's eyes, and he immediately continued driving the divine-soul flying sword.
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