"Fellow Daoist Lu, if you do not wish for trouble, you had best stay by my side and not move. At my side, I can still restrain the Iron Corpse Sheath's actions. If you get too far away and it attacks you, I fear I will be too late to stop it." Seeing Lu Xiaotian's suddenly increased speed, Chi Yunsang's eyes flashed with surprise. The direction in which Lu Xiaotian fled might not necessarily have led to survival, but it was the only correct choice at the moment. His instinct for danger and speed of reaction had actually surpassed those of the other cultivators.
Though Chi Yunsang was transmitting his voice to Lu Xiaotian, his attack did not slow in the slightest. He directly struck a palm at He Yousheng, who was fleeing toward him in panic.
He Yousheng had been scared out of his wits by the Iron Corpse Sheath's pursuit. His fish-fork magical artifact had clashed with it several times, yet every blow had been blocked by that body harder than diamond. Even his full-force attack could barely damage its skin. Meanwhile, the Iron Corpse Sheath was incredibly fast, nearly biting him twice, while its fingers tipped with sharp nails had torn through his defensive spiritual barrier. He Yousheng had almost been unable to hold on, thinking his life was about to end, when Wang Tuoguai suddenly yanked him aside. The Iron Corpse Sheath abandoned him and pounced directly on another newly arrived Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator. Catching him off guard, it drove a claw through his chest, leaving a gaping hole. When everyone came back to their senses, the Iron Corpse Sheath was holding a still-beating, blood-dripping heart in its claws. With a grotesque laugh, it withdrew its claw, stuffed the heart into its mouth, and