"Damn it, go kill him!"
A nearby disciple of the Corpse-Driving Sect was furious, ordering his Iron Corpse to attack.
The Iron Corpse was dark all over, impervious to sword and fire, with a strength of at least 30,000 pounds, it swung a fierce punch at the horse-faced Body Cultivator!
'Whoosh!'
A sharp sound of the air being split was heard.
But the horse-faced Body Cultivator didn't dodge or evade, instead punching straight back, forcing the Iron Corpse to retreat several steps!
'Boom boom boom!'
His body radiated with precious light, like a humanoid magical artifact, and his speed, moves, and reflexes far surpassed the Iron Corpse.
The Iron Corpse was like a human sandbag in front of him, only able to take hits, with no strength to fight back.
After a series of continuous heavy blows lasting just over ten breaths, the Iron Corpse's chest caved in, its legs broke, and it fell to the ground, twitching.
