These skeletons appeared clumsy in movement and stiff in stride, yet what made Qin Shaofeng's heart palpitate was that they advanced through the darkness in perfect order, as though guided by some force.
"It seems these corpse puppets must be guardians left behind from ancient times, meant to protect the Three Transmissions Secret Tome from being stolen by outsiders." A guess flashed through Qin Shaofeng's mind.
He immediately entered a combat-ready state, forming seals with both hands and activating a protective divine art from the Nine Transformations of the Firmament. In an instant, boundless golden light encircled his body, making him seem like a Vajra war god.
"Come, then! Let me see what is so extraordinary about you skeletons!" Qin Shaofeng shouted and charged straight toward the army of corpse puppets.
His attacks were ruthless, without the slightest mercy. With a single Sun Flame Divine Palm, a sea of fire spread in all directions, reducing more than a dozen corpse puppets to ashes.
That strike had seemed unstoppable, but who could have expected Qin Shaofeng to suddenly feel his spiritual power being forcibly devoured by something? The sensation was incomparably clear, as though an invisible giant hand were violently snatching away his cultivation.
"Eh? What is going on?" Qin Shaofeng was startled. He immediately ceased his attack and focused on regulating his breath.
Yet the corpse puppets did not spare him. More than a dozen Long Spears stabbed viciously toward him, swift as falling meteors. In his urgency, Qin Shaofeng had no choice but to activate his protective divine light and take the blow head-on.
With a clang, the Long Spears were forcibly blocked, yet Qin Shaofeng was still driven back several steps by that thunderbolt-like force, his footing unsteady.
Just as he was at a loss for what to