After falling several thousand li, Gu Huang finally managed to steady himself. Though the astral winds still carried him deeper down, his speed had slowed considerably.
Yet the giant corpse transformed from "Gou Jun" emerged from nowhere again, fearlessly pouncing down from above.
Fury burst from Gu Huang's eyes. He summoned his flying sword again and slashed at the giant corpse, mincing it into countless scraps of flesh once more.
However, in the next instant, the giant corpse appeared several zhang directly above him.
Gu Huang felt a surge of frustration. "Gou Jun" seemed to possess an endless supply of these substitute-death puppets, as though he truly had an undying body.
Bang!
The giant corpse slammed viciously into the shield again, accelerating Gu Huang's descent into the depths.
With no other recourse, Gu Huang could only direct his flying sword at the giant corpse once more.
Though it was futile, destroying one more of the opponent's substitute-death puppets was still something.
But this sure-hit strike missed.
A black skeleton suddenly appeared in the giant corpse's hand. Its five twig-like fingers gripped the skeleton's skull tightly before swinging it fiercely outward.
With a crisp clang.
The flying sword collided with the skeleton, producing the sharp ring of clashing metal.
That skeleton, which looked as though it might fall apart at any moment, actually knocked the flying sword away without leaving a single mark upon itself.
On Song Wen's side, he only felt an unbearable force crash into him. A great amount of rotten flesh and black slime instantly exploded from his hand, and the skeleton flew from his grasp.
Song Wen glanced at his right hand. The entire forearm and palm had been stripped of all flesh. Then, a blood-colored tentacle surged from beneath his feet, wrapped around the flung skeleton,