These Eerie could do nothing to Wang Ying in the short term.
The Black Gold Bone Blade moved freely in her hand, its light streaming like silk.
Every slash was blindingly fast, without the slightest wasted movement.
Weaker Eerie struck by the blade instantly disintegrated into showers of black ash, without even time to scream;
Even stronger Eerie that avoided a direct slash were caught by the aftershocks of its light.
Their bodies stiffened and their movements slowed, as though bound by some invisible force.
That blade cut through not only physical forms, but the Eerie's spiritual bodies and rules!
Zhang Wenyuan watched with her heart pounding, silently marveling.
Last night.
She had witnessed Yang Yong charge into their ranks, with two ghosts guarding him and the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors dealing decisive slaughter.
He had butchered Eerie like pigs and dogs, his presence overwhelmingly domineering.
At the time, she had thought Yang Yong was the Survival Convoy's strongest fighter.
Only after their brief contact during the day did she realize with a start.
Yang Yong was, at most, their second-strongest fighter.
The convoy's acknowledged pinnacle of combat strength was this woman named Wang Ying.
Zhang Wenyuan had still been wondering.
Just how strong was Wang Ying, to surpass someone as ruthless as Yang Yong?
Now that she had seen it herself, she had only one thought left:
So strong! Absurdly strong!
Just as Zhang Wenyuan became transfixed by the sight, utterly shaken, urgent calls suddenly came from beside her.
"Wenyuan! Wenyuan! What's wrong?"
Zhang Bihuang called several times. Seeing no response, her gaze vacant, his face immediately paled.
He thought an Eerie had ambushed her during the battle just now, striking her with some invisible mental attack.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Zhang Bihuang raised his hand, sending a