The grappling hook rolled to the side, quickly creating distance, leaving me drenched in cold sweat.

In just this one simple round, he had already walked on the edge of death.

"No! There's something wrong with this frozen corpse!" he shouted in terror, hot blood dripping from between his eyebrows.

The corpse, carrying a bleeding sword, continued toward the grappling hook.

"Get out of the way!"

The grappling hook rolled to dodge, and a flaming arrow shot out from behind him.

The corpse remained motionless, its longsword raised like a knight's, held between its brows.

bite!

The rocket was embedded in the sword and fell to the ground.

The archer's eyes widened. The ice corpse could actually block arrows and even anticipated his aim?!

The corpse, carrying a long sword, continued walking forward.

"Attack together!" The people at that table grabbed their weapons, and the archers lit the fire again.

This is a well-trained hunting team. At a single command, the members move as smoothly as oiled machines, their coordination flawless.

However, facing the charging crowd, the corpse's eyes were gray, its expression indifferent; it merely drew its sword—

cut!

The swords clashed and clanged, the sound lingering for a long time!

The towering corpse of the man, whose body looked as stiff as a javelin, brought a strong sense of oppression to everyone.

With his right hand wielding the longsword, he moved with sweeping, powerful strokes, parrying, and horizontal slashes... Simple moves, yet executed with incredible skill, showcasing unparalleled swordsmanship.

The cold sword light was like a beast's mouth, repeatedly biting at the vital points of the crowd.

In one charge, the bodies were left intact, but the entire group was wounded.

Everyone's expression changed.

Berts whispered quickly, "Captain! This corpse is being controlled!"

"This man's combat skills are extremely high!" the old man said.

"Taller than you, old man?" Andy asked.

The old man didn't speak; his expression was grim.

“I’ll give it a try!” Andy stood up.

"Andy!"

"return!"

Li Changzhou and the old man shouted at the same time, and Andy had already rushed out.

He crouched like a leopard, his hand on the unsheathed scimitar at his waist, and walked quickly. Then he suddenly accelerated, and the scimitar flashed like water breaking through a silver screen, instantly slicing through the corpse's legs.

Andy's lips curled into a smug, sinister smile.

Just then, a long sword descended from above as if the sky were collapsing.

Andy felt a tingling sensation all over his body, his heart pounded wildly, and he retreated as if shot.

Sizzle!

The longsword sliced ​​through his neck, penetrating deep into his winter clothes, leaving a wound on his neck.

Andy stumbled and staggered, barely managing to steady himself. He clutched his neck tightly, gasping for breath.

"Andy!" The old man rushed up.

"No, I'm fine," Andy said, still shaken.

The old man gripped the curved knife at his waist, standing in front of Andy, ready for battle. The corpse, however, was ignored as if being swatted away like a fly, and the old man continued walking forward.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and slapped Andy hard across the face, causing blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

"Old man! What are you doing! I'm fine! And there's still—"

Snap!

Li Changzhou slapped him.

Andy stared blankly, speechless.

"Was I wrong?!" The old man's eyes were ruthless.

"......"

The old man sighed, then looked at the corpse that had walked towards the child, and said, "The opponent not only possessed superb combat skills, but also made masterful use of the advantages and disadvantages of both sides."

He turned to look at Andy, who was slumped on the ground: "Tell me what you think."

Eddie lowered his head and said, "The corpse didn't dodge my knife because it was a corpse. I'm a living person, and I can't fight it head-on. If I hadn't held back some of my strength and dodged in time, I would be dead."

"Wrong!" the old man said, "The other side was holding back!"

"What?" Andy looked up in disbelief.

"Just watch." The old man's hand rested on his curved blade, his gaze piercing the corpse like a knife. "The strength that the mastermind behind this corpse will show when facing the real target."

Opposite the corpse, a child was being protected by a group of people.