The female monk who had been knocked down should have been severely injured if not dead.
Yet, she suddenly stood upright, in a particularly strange stance — a full crouch, with her joints twisted, all completely reversed.
Duan Yun hadn't reacted yet, but Ziyu and the Murong brothers realized what it was.
The first thing that came to mind was — "Female corpse!"
The female corpse ridden by the King of Hell.
In the snow hermitage, they had once been struck by the sculpture of the "King of Hell Riding the Corpse," its details clearly etched in their memories.
The female corpse ridden by the King of Hell lay crouched like this, with her joints twisted backward, looking particularly sinister and bizarre.
And so was this female monk!
Now she was spitting out white foam like cotton, because she had swallowed several chunks of moon dust from the ice layer in an instant, and her headpiece had long since shattered, exposing her eyes, now devoid of any color but white.
