As Chen Nan's immensely powerful sword descended, Jiang Haotian remained unflustered.
"Ding dang dang..."
He shook a copper bell in his hand and, in the blink of an eye, a shadow dashed out from under a nearby tree. Its nails were ten centimeters long, like swords, and reached out to grab Chen Nan's face.
"Clang!"
The Hunyuan Sword in Chen Nan's grip struck the creature's claws, and the shadow was sent flying more than ten meters away, landing in front of Jiang Haotian.
Chen Nan was also thrown backward by the rebounding force, but he steadied himself with a kick against a tree trunk. His heart was pounding; this war corpse, ghastly like a fierce ghost, was much stronger than the one he had killed before, its strength in life had been at least at the Fourth Level of Taoist Mastery.
Even in death, a master of the Fourth Level of Imperial Realm possessed terrifying residual power, which was something between the Ten Layers of Qi Dao and the First Level of Imperial Realm.