章 610: Let them

*Smack* *Crunch*

A Spiritual Qi Fist broke the neck of a pale stiff figure which had a metal mask seemingly bolted into the face, and a talisman hanging over it. 

The figure's torso was already caved in at multiple angles and places, and one of its legs was bent at a weird angle, one of its shoulders crushed so bad it was practically paper-thin, but no signs of blood were visible either on its clothes or around.

"Fuu~... finally..."

Hua Ziyan heavily exhaled as Wu Mengqi also just finished with another one. 

There were eight other such figures lying around in this moderately large cave hall, some crushed so severely they hardly resembled a human body, some with deep and shallow cuts all over.

"They were insa~nely hard to cut! I started to wonder if my sword became dull or something..."

Wu Mengqi exclaimed, supporting the sentiment she felt in the other beauty's heavy sigh.