Puchi!
The shadow of the axe blade sliced through, and the ancient barbarian soldiers clad in dark bone armor fell instantly.
However, the anticipated spray of blood did not appear. Instead of flesh and organs, the torn wounds revealed dark brown meat, resembling decayed wood of millions of years.
Dry, cracked, devoid of any vitality or blood color inside!
For any other life form, enduring an attack like this from Jiang Shu would leave no chance of survival.
Strangely, the bodies of these fallen ancient barbarian soldiers did not collapse but rather absorbed the rampant fragments of laws and dark-red airstreams pervading the canyon.
The wounds, visible to the naked eye, wriggled and healed, with the dark brown flesh reconnecting and mending.
Within just a few breaths, they stiffly rose again.
Though their movements remained somewhat sluggish, the brilliance in their eyes was even sharper, glaring at Jiang Shu with a face full of resentment.
