Wu Xian initially showed no reaction.
Using the enemy's corpses was basic battlefield practice. The really heartless ones even used the bodies of both friend and foe as material to cultivate and spread plagues. If a war chariot got stuck in a ditch and they couldn't find stones in time, they could even fill it with corpses on the spot.
It was perfectly normal for the corpse of a missing scout to be put to use.
Suddenly, Wu Xian realized what she meant.
Pointing at the corpse on the ground, which looked like a lump of rotten mud, he asked, "You mean the one who held you up just now was him?"
Scouts were elite soldiers with an advantage in reconnaissance, and a very high proportion of them were Martial Gall Warriors. Their combat strength and mobility were among the best in the entire army. But "among the best" was only relative to the army as a whole; they weren't particularly formidable one-on-one.
Wu Xian carefully thought back over the list of missing scouts.
"If I remember correctly, he was only a Fourth-Class Bugeng?" Let alone holding Bai Su off in the air for so long, if the two of them had crossed paths, he could have been cut down by her in just a few moves. "Do you mean that someone with extraordinary strength is secretly controlling corpses to attack us?"
Bai Su nodded. "Mm."
Wu Xian gripped his sword hilt and paced back and forth, his brow deeply furrowed. It was clear he was truly anxious. "A little while ago, I heard a rumor that you had successfully slain the evil thought?"
One had to slay an evil thought to break through the bottleneck between the Fifteenth Rank Lesser Shangzao and the Sixteenth Rank Grand Shang Zao. Wu