"Who is it?!" Kusakabe shouted, forcing himself upright.
Someone who could instantly kill three special-grade warrior cursed spirits—if they were an enemy, then they were not far from death themselves.
"Lin Mu!"
The moment Panda saw the fire dragon descend from the sky, he recognized it as Lin Mu's technique.
Such an iconic, exaggerated large-scale technique was impossible to forget.
Kusakabe had never personally witnessed Lin Mu use this technique, which was why he remained so wary.
"Lin Mu? Don't tell me he already dealt with that centipede cursed spirit?" Kusakabe asked in astonishment, then slumped to the ground to rest.
"If that's really the case, then the gap between people is just too huge..."
Kusakabe let out a long sigh.
Lin Mu's attack had not only instantly killed those three warriors, but also exorcised all the ordinary cursed spirits nearby.
At last, he and Panda had a chance to rest.
Panda returned to his normal form and calmly picked up his severed hand from the ground.
The battle had been so intense that the stuffing at the break in his arm had already been soaked through with cursed spirit blood.
Fortunately, he was a cursed corpse. As long as the cursed core inside him was undamaged, his body only needed to be stitched back together to return to normal.
"Seems not." Panda cradled his severed hand in his arms. "That looked like one of Lin Mu's clones."
"I saw several identical Lin Mus flash past in the distance just now."
It would have been better not to mention it, but hearing that the one who had instantly killed the three special-grade warriors was merely one of Lin Mu's clones made Kusakabe feel even worse.
"I see..."
"Come to think of it, we still haven't seen a single civilian corpse.