Although Lu Feng had anticipated it and suspected that the figure hidden inside the armor might be something like the blood-colored white bones, when he saw the scene within with his own eyes, he still could not help being startled.
In that fleeting glimpse, though he could only make out the figure's head, it was enough to catch plenty of information.
One thing was certain: it was not merely a white skeletal skull!
It was indeed wrapped in a layer of skin, but that skin was utterly unlike the flesh of a living person.
Instead, it resembled certain antiques that had been handled and played with for years, coated in a thick patina, smooth and pleasing, its faint gleam tranquil and deep.
Among the cultivation methods Lu Feng had obtained from the Moon Corpse Pendant after the Sword Ruins incident was an exceedingly sinister body-tempering technique. At full mastery, it gave one Bronze Skin Iron Bones, somewhat similar to the head of this strange figure before him.
But the similarity was only in skin color—the same deep antique bronze. It was impossible for it to discard all the meridians and blood throughout the body as well.
The figure's head before him, by contrast, was clearly left with only that strange layer of skin wrapped tightly around it. There was no blood, no corpse flesh, nor anything else filling its interior.
In his brief daze,
the strange figure suddenly let out a low roar, as though enraged.
Just as Lu Feng thought he was about to face an even fiercer retaliatory assault, he saw the strange figure abruptly cease moving, as though its acupoints had been sealed.
Then, from the gap in the mask that his sword had torn open, dark gray vapor continuously billowed forth like boiling water, rolling out