"Sacrificial methods have been heretical practices since ancient times, gravely defying the natural order. Don't imagine I'll use such a method to strengthen you." Shen Luo spoke in a deep voice.
"How could I possibly think that? I'm merely interested in sacrificial methods, that's all..." The Ghost General gave an embarrassed chuckle.
Shen Luo snorted and ignored the Ghost General, whose thoughts were growing increasingly active. He scrutinized the desiccated corpse a few times before quickly shifting his gaze to the four iron chains wrapped around it.
He suddenly gave a soft exclamation and was about to inspect them more closely.
A bizarre scene unfolded!
The motionless dried corpse abruptly raised its head and opened its mouth, spewing out seven or eight clusters of grayish-white flame that shot toward Shen Luo with incredible speed.
Shen Luo's heart jolted. He had just carefully examined the dried corpse with his Divine Sense. It had clearly perished completely, without the slightest trace of aura. Yet he had somehow misjudged it.
They were only a few dozen feet apart, and the grayish-white flames moved swiftly. In the blink of an eye, they were before him, carrying a foul, rotten stench.
Though caught off guard, Shen Luo reacted at once. As he leaped backward, he swept his right hand forward.
Wind-Thunder Spirit Runes emerged on his right arm, and a barrage of azure wind blades and golden lightning shot forth, colliding with the grayish-white flames.
These grayish-white flames appeared to be corpse fire condensed from corpse qi. The azure wind blades aside, the golden lightning should certainly have restrained them with ease.
Yet a startling sight appeared. With a sharp hiss, the grayish-white flames effortlessly pierced through the wind blades and lightning. A flash of grayish-white firelight followed, and every azure wind blade and golden