That was close. Li Ang gasped for air, taking several steps back, distancing himself from the lethal claws hanging before his eyes, the bell in his hand jingling incessantly.
JINGLE JINGLE. The crisp sound of the bell echoed through the cave, in harmony with the rhythmic, heartbeat-like, and powerfully penetrating melodious bell tolls from the foot of the mountain, firmly rooting the Corpse Evil in place.
TAP. Cheng Juxiu landed lightly, having jumped down from above the cave entrance. His expression was composed. His right index and middle fingers formed a Sword technique, and he swung his hand forward with force.
BUZZ— The Longsword vibrated, wrapped in a gale, and pierced the Corpse Evil's neck. Its momentum unabated, it swept the creature against the wall, half the blade sinking into the rock.
