Lin Fan shook out his wrist. At a time like this, he could only rely on his magical slaps to wake the somewhat deranged Corax. He hurled his light spear at Corax's crude humanoid form, then immediately blinked over and gave Corax a slap.
The humanoid figure scattered like a shadow. Lin Fan's palm touched nothing solid, as though he had swept his hand through a holographic projection.
More humanoid figures rose around Lin Fan. Like the glowing lures anglerfish used to entice prey, each figure was surrounded by deadly traps.
Was this thing dangerous?
Lin Fan asked himself as, beneath the shrieking, he heard a strange rustling. Looking down, he saw dense, liquid-like shadows stabbing into his body like steel nails. Yet those nails could not harm Lin Fan, making their efforts seem as childish as scrubbing his legs with a soft-bristled brush.
The next moment, Corax showed Lin Fan exactly what happened when those shadows pierced someone's body. More than ten thousand Word Bearers floated up like corpses before rapidly rising in twisted, rigid poses. Their armor was pristine yet covered in fine cracks, and shadows drifting within occasionally extended faint, half-visible tentacles.
The Word Bearers, hollowed out and left with only shadows inside, launched a frenzied attack on Lin Fan like zombies. Whenever Lin Fan shattered one, the shadows within acted like glue, slowly yet inexorably sticking the Word Bearer back together.
As Lin Fan smashed apart the endless stream of attacking Word Bearers, he also considered how to restrain Corax, who had unleashed the essence of the Warp.
Corax, meanwhile, had also realized through the shadows' probing that Lin Fan was far from ordinary. But he merely attributed that excessive toughness to the nature of Lin Fan's armor. In his understanding, the inside of a human