Where had Qin Ran gone?
Before long, Hayden Au spotted Qin Ran flashing through the tide of Corpse Puppets. Each time he appeared, several were sliced in two, utterly stripped of their ability to move.
Qin Ran strolled leisurely among the Corpse Puppets.
Phantoms appeared around him, making it impossible to tell where the real Qin Ran was.
Yet Hayden Au kept his eyes fixed on Qin Ran's hands. When he saw Qin Ran slice through a Corpse Puppet as though cutting a sheet of paper, the Funeral Society branch chief couldn't help drawing a sharp breath.
Hayden Au knew very well how much strength it took to cut through a human body.
Even with a sharp weapon in hand, it was difficult for an untrained ordinary person to accomplish, let alone with a Corpse Puppet.
Brought from death back to life, Corpse Puppets had long since surpassed the ordinary.
Apart from their heads, their bodies were much tougher.
With a sharp weapon, the Funeral Society's well-trained members could easily sever a Corpse Puppet's head, but cutting through its entire body was simply impossible.
He couldn't do it either.
Much less with Qin Ran's effortless ease.
"Is this a 'god'?"
Hayden Au muttered to himself, then shook his head sharply.
What a joke. How could this level of strength belong to any of the "gods" he knew?
The enemies before him were simply too weak!
So weak that they weren't even worthy of making Qin Ran reveal his true strength.
Hayden Au marveled inwardly.
But a moment later, that wonder gave way to delight.
So what if the enemies were weak?
Who didn't like weak enemies?
Nothing in the world was more delightful than a weak enemy.
And besides...
"Forest City will be safe!"
Hayden Au drew a deep breath