For one foolish moment, Deng Tongqi had listened to the Little Marquis's spur-of-the-moment suggestion and mouthed off at the female corpse, only to suffer an exceptionally brutal mixed doubles beating.
The two Corpse Puppets acted as though they had met their father's murderer. They neither defended themselves nor bothered with other targets, focusing all their fury on Deng Tongqi. Neither the Little Marquis nor Dragon Head could stop them.
Eldest Senior Brother was truly miserable. Not only did he have to endure the storm of attacks from two top-tier Corpse Puppets, but the increasingly dense, poisonous miasma was also eating away at his body. Fingernail-sized pustules covered his skin. Some looked translucent, full and swollen with pus; others had burst and festered, leaking bloody pus like eyes with their eyeballs gouged out.
Most importantly, his Heavenly Qilin Sword, the immense spiritual power within his abdomen, and his supremely sharp swordsmanship all struggled to inflict fatal wounds on the two Corpse Puppets. At most, his sword light could slice their skin and draw blood containing "silver sand."
It really was not that Eldest Senior Brother was too weak. These two Corpse Puppets were simply too bizarre, their bodies far tougher than those of ordinary Fifth-Grade people. Whenever the palm-sized Heavenly Qilin Sword was about to strike a vital point, their bodies erupted with dazzling silver light, blocking most of its vast, fierce sword qi.
As a result, his condition deteriorated under the medicine field's miasma. Not only was his body covered in wounds, but the spiritual power in his abdomen was gradually running dry. The two Corpse Puppets, meanwhile, grew fiercer as they fought and looked ready to kill him in this underground passage.
Had this not been an enclosed space, Deng Tongqi would at least have been able to fight