Xiong Yuan had fought bitterly, and by now his body was covered in numerous wounds. These sores were exceedingly strange.
They were neither injuries from fists and kicks nor cuts from blades and swords. Rather, they resembled the cracks that split open across overripe fruit—wounds that had torn themselves apart from within.
Everyone who saw them paled in horror.
Especially Wen Ningsi and the other Body Sect disciples. They knew full well how formidable Xiong Yuan's defenses were. Among those of the same realm, there were scarcely any who could injure him.
That Moon Corpse possessed, at most, the strength of a single breath into the Heaven Soul Realm, far inferior to Xiong Yuan's. Yet it had wounded him to such an extent?
Looking again at the Fellow Disciples who had originally joined Xiong Yuan in besieging the White-Robed Moon Corpse, another of them now stood rooted to the spot. Like Pang Ji, his entire body was rigid, and he had lost all ability to move.
Lu Feng followed Tang Yuan, Wen Ningsi, and the others forward to provide support.
"Don't come over!"
Before they could draw near, Xiong Yuan anxiously shouted them back. "This Moon Corpse attacks with extreme viciousness and malice. You are no match for it!"
"Senior Brother Lu..." Wen Ningsi saw Xiong Yuan's predicament and turned her gaze toward Lu Feng. Before she could voice her plea for help, Lu Feng's knowing look had already reached her.
The next instant, his flying figure charged toward the White-Robed Moon Corpse.
"Draw it farther away!"
With one palm strike, Lu Feng disrupted the tangled battle around Xiong Yuan, allowing several severely wounded disciples who could still barely move to withdraw first.
Xiong Yuan understood and worked with Lu Feng to lure the Moon Corpse a hundred meters away