Seeing this, Shen Luo gave a faint smile and changed the sword seal in his hand.
The enormous crimson sword light suddenly blurred. Then, with a whoosh, an identical giant sword appeared behind the curtain of fire, flashed into existence before the female corpse, and slashed down without a sound.
The female corpse's expression finally changed drastically. Despair and anguish appeared on her exquisitely beautiful face, stirring an involuntary pang of pity.
But the sword light showed no tenderness toward her beauty, cleaving into her without the slightest hesitation.
With a splurch, the female corpse was split in two, her halves flying off to either side. The black ghost saber was also knocked away, spinning with a whistling rush before embedding itself deep in a nearby building, where it trembled and rang.
The bisected female corpse did not die. She let out a series of strange, rasping sounds, and two clusters of yellow light emerged from each half of her ruined body. The halves flew toward one another, apparently trying to merge again.
But a heaven-shaking thunderclap exploded overhead, and two thick bolts of golden lightning descended from the sky, striking both halves with savage force.
The golden lightning burst like a blazing sun, blasting the two remnants into countless fragments. Yet even those fragments had not entirely lost their vitality and struggled to gather together.
A figure flickered, and Shen Luo appeared beside the fragments like a ghost. He rubbed his hands together, then flung them upward.
Thunder erupted as countless golden arcs shot from his hands, instantly forming two enormous golden nets that enclosed the fragments on either side and rapidly contracted.
Countless arcs leaped and rebounded, hammering the grayish-white fragments. Loud sizzling filled the air. Under the golden arcs' relentless assault, billows of black smoke rose from