The magical corpse coffins of the two male corpse cultivators were blasted away by lightning, leaving them unable to recall them in time to protect their masters. Faced with the flying swords of the two women, they could only hastily mobilize the corpse qi within their bodies and condense thick shields of corpse qi.
Song Wen summoned the Chasing Sun Spear and joined the battle.
Under the siege of the group, the two corpse cultivators finally found themselves unable to hold out. The flying swords of the three female cultivators shredded both their dantians.
As for their souls, Song Wen moved first, drawing them from their bodies and trapping them with two strands of lightning, leaving them unable to escape.
Song Wen flew forward and cupped his fists toward the three women.
"Thank you, fellow Daoists, for lending your aid and killing these two men, helping me avenge my blood-deep hatred."
With that, Song Wen waved out two masses of blazing fire, burning the two corpses to ashes.
Then, he drew their storage rings through the air and tossed them to the three women opposite him.
"I will take these two men's souls back with me. Their storage rings belong to the three of you."
Watching the storage rings drift over, the oldest-looking of the three women stepped forward and caught the two rings with her spiritual power. Yet she did not put them away, instead allowing them to float quietly before her.
"This fellow Daoist is unfamiliar to us. May I ask how you are addressed?"
Song Wen replied, "I am Lei Yue. May I ask the names of you three fellow Daoists?"
The woman said, "My name is Che Jing. These two are my junior sisters, Liu Shanshan and Xu Mengyu."
Liu Shanshan was the other mid-stage Spirit