"No weakness."
Qin Shaofeng watched as the ground in every direction trembled without end.
It seemed countless Ghost Corpse Slaves were waiting to crawl out, and even his voice began to tremble inexplicably.
Before he realized it, his fists had already clenched tight.
If not for the three hours the old man had mentioned, and the terrifying sounds of those two ghost corpses, he truly would have loved to find a good spot and fight to his heart's content.
But now, he only felt troubled.
Perhaps to that person, these Ghost Corpse Slaves were merely servants, not worth mentioning, but to them, they were a life-and-death crisis!
"No weakness? How could there be no weakness?"
Old Ghost Chen Xing retreated in shock. "As long as it's human, it has weaknesses. These puppets shouldn't be an exception, should they?"
"Roar!"
The Ghost Corpse Slave had also recovered from the rebounding force by then.
With a roar, it turned into a phantom and charged toward Qin Shaofeng and the others.
"Perhaps their weakness is that they don't understand combat, have no intelligence, and only know how to mindlessly pounce on and bite humans?" Qin Shaofeng said with a bitter smile.
If this were still Earth, a single word like zombie would have described them.
Yet this thing's behavior was only similar.
Neither its combat strength nor its body, as tough as copper walls and iron bones, could be explained at all.
As he spoke, a cold gleam flickered in his eyes.
Ghost Three Slashes appeared in his hand.
"Get out of my way!"
Qin Shaofeng roared as well, his entire body suddenly shooting out like a meteor.
In the midst of his lightning-fast charge, his figure became illusory.
Lightning Power swirled around him.
*Lightning Thousand Flash, Hundred Flash Flash Speed! Hundred Flash