The sensation of slashing through hard steel was obviously not as mesmerizing as cutting through flesh. Duanmu Huai frowned displeased, kicking the iron body he had just cleaved open to the side. At the same time, he bent down, dodging another attack from behind. Then, Duanmu Huai raised his Battle Axe, tearing apart another Skinner, the Power Axe slicing through its shoulder blade, severing the vine-like cables within its body.
Blood splattered out, mixed with flesh.
It wasn't their blood, nor was it their flesh.
Duanmu Huai glanced again at the iron bodies lying on the ground. They looked like sealed cans of meat smashed open by force, with the meat paste inside pouring out through the shattered gaps.
No one knew how much flesh these Skinners stuffed into their bodies, but it didn't matter.
