Simply gazing at those bone blades was enough to feel their soul-severing sharpness and deathly stillness, as well as the chill and curses contained within them.
It was a power similar to the demon dagger's—one capable of cutting through souls.
With a single slash, even a body possessed by a demon, along with its soul, would likely be cleaved in two.
As though it sensed a living being approaching, the blood-red skeleton that had been deathly still suddenly "came alive"!
Two clusters of flickering crimson flames, brimming with malice and madness, abruptly ignited within its hollow eye sockets.
The flames were faint, yet they carried a cold, sinister sensation of being watched.
It began struggling violently, its nailed-down body twisting as bone ground against bone with an ear-splitting scrape and its chains clattered thunderously.
A tangible aura of terror, mixed with bloody, frenzied thoughts of slaughter, swept toward Wu Heng.
The fearsome blade-arms formed by its four skeletal arms swayed slightly within the mere finger-width gap between them, effortlessly slicing through the air with shrill whooshes, as if they meant to tear everything before them to pieces.
Faced with this savage sight that would have terrified even demons, Wu Heng's eyes remained as placid as an ancient well.
He walked straight forward, ignoring the crazily swinging black blade-arms that nearly brushed his face, as though they were mere phantoms.
He took out a tiny vial from his robes. Only a few drops of milky-white, viscous liquid remained inside—the "waste" left over from refining angelic power, containing the ultimate property of purification.
The things condensed by angels truly deserved to be called universal medicine.
He dripped one drop of the liquid onto a long black iron nail pinning down the skeleton's upper body.
Sizzle—!
Like red-hot iron meeting ice, a violent