"Tch, what an old trick!" the Demon Cultivator scoffed.
She wasn't flustered in the slightest, calmly dealing with Lü Zhong's attacks. Whether he lunged with a straight thrust or an upward slash, she reacted in the shortest possible time and dodged with perfect timing.
With a squelch, the Demon Cultivator's claw pierced through Lü Zhong's abdomen.
"Is that all you've—" The Demon Cultivator's face was a mask of ridicule, but before she could finish, she sensed something was wrong. 'I clearly pierced this cultivator's chest, so why didn't I feel a heart?'
Seeing the colorful expression on her face, Lü Zhong gave a faint smile.
The only vital point of an Incarnation Body was the head, where the Divine Soul resided. It controlled the entire body, and its loss meant the death of the Incarnation. Besides this vital point, the rest of the body, whether it was the Lower Dantian or the chest, was composed of Spiritual Qi. In essence, there was no difference.
