The flattened corpse was stuck fast to the ground, less than a finger's breadth in thickness. All of its Essence Blood had been hammered into its flesh by the single sword strike, not a single drop leaking out. It looked like a wax figure that had been remolded and squashed flat—an exceptionally bizarre sight.
"This..."
Huangg Ling and the others trembled in fear.
Killing a person was easy. But to flatten them into a patty of flesh without a single trace of Essence Blood spilling out was a technique simply unheard of, utterly inconceivable!
"You... You actually killed the Master..."
"This is impossible! The Master was a supreme expert of the Secret Realm! How could he be casually killed by some kid?"
Seeing the Human Demon lying on the ground, Venerable Wuheng and the other Demon felt like they were going insane.
