At their first clash, both women sensed that these Living Dead were different from those in Homecoming Town. They seemed capable of thought. Two of them attacked Qian Wanyu and Dongfang Minghui from either side, and seeing how closely the women stuck together, they even tried to separate them.
Dongfang Minghui was startled at first, then folded her open Silk Umbrella and swung it hard at the man's head.
To her surprise, the tall man's thick arms transformed into a pair of Metal Pincers. They barely blocked the Silk Umbrella, then clamped down on it with brute force. No matter how she pulled, she could not wrench it free.
"What the hell is this thing? It's absurd!"
"It's similar to the transformation beastfolk undergo during beast transformation. What we're seeing looks like someone merging a weapon into his body to attain the highest state of unity between man and weapon. It's a cultivation method that lets them grow stronger quickly. He's a little difficult to handle, so be careful." Little Lecher seized the opportunity to lash him with its vines, but he had clearly lost the senses a human should possess. It also dared not touch their exposed flesh, afraid of being corroded by the black mist again.
He tried to tear at the vines with his other hand. Little Lecher darted nimbly back and forth before him, drawing most of his attention.
Dongfang Minghui kicked him and flipped over, forcibly wrenching her Silk Umbrella from his great pincers. Two clamp marks remained on it. Ever since Eldest Uncle Wood had damaged it, she had felt its defensive strength had dropped considerably, as though it were about to give out. She did not know whether that was merely her imagination.
The man facing Qian Wanyu was much the same: his