From within that mountain of piled-up corpses, countless pale arms suddenly reached out. They were twisted and withered, with fingernails as sharp as blades, radiating a blood-chilling aura of death as they lunged toward us.
"Watch out!" Qu Chen brandished his long sword, sending forth a rainbow-like sword Qi that slashed apart the reaching arms one by one. Yet no sooner was one severed than more emerged from the pile of corpses, seemingly endless.
I drew the soft whip from my waist, channeled my Spiritual Power, and lashed fiercely at the arms. The whip shadows fluttered like a spirit snake dancing, blocking the arms from closing in on us.
Chapter 143