The two skeletons moved like puppets on strings, flying toward Chu Yanli.
Sensing that overwhelming aura, Chu Yanli's delicate brows knit tightly as she slashed down with the longsword in her hand.
The one-armed corpse neither dodged nor evaded, meeting it head-on; the sharp blade hacked into its chest, ringing with the sound of metal striking metal, yet it couldn't pierce an inch, and instead the impact numbed her own wrist.
"That's the ancestor's remains from Martial Saint Mountain!"
"His Root Bone has been tempered to the extreme, normal attacks are useless against him!"
Chen Mo shouted a reminder.
Chu Yanli also realized something was wrong at this moment, but before she could react, the figure in the Daoist robe had already appeared in front of her; that jade-white skeletal palm slowly pressed forward, while the one-armed corpse reversed its grip to seize the sword's edge, leaving her no way to break free for the moment.
