A hirsute God's Corpse with beast claws for hands charged out...partially.
The God's Corpse, which hadn't fully emerged, got a taste of Zheng Yichen's axe head-on. The act of severing limbs had become familiar after two occurrences; by the third, Zheng Yichen had gleaned even more experience and had preempted the crack's appearance with a leaping cleave.
The beast claw, covered in red fur, just stepped into reality when it met Zheng Yichen's falling axe. To others, it seemed as though, before the guillotine blade fell, someone eagerly thrust their head into its slot as if weary of living.
The God's Corpse's arm was chopped off on the spot.
"..." The demigods, who had become restless after the appearance of the God's Corpse, watched this scene with conflicted emotions. Zheng Yichen's action appeared too professional, too practiced, making it hard to believe that he had only encountered a God's Corpse three times.