Ding! Dong! Ding...
A bone blade grew from the hands of the Skeleton General, colliding constantly with Anderson's twin swords. In an instant, sparks flew around the dense forest and bone fragments scattered wildly.
In his Sword Saint mode, every sword technique Anderson performed was exquisitely crafted, embodying countless secrets of the native masters' swordsmanship. If it weren't for the fact that the Skeleton General had no vital points, by now, it would have been pierced through the heart, viscera, and even the brain by Anderson.
Menasi found it increasingly difficult to control the Skeleton General. As time went on, Anderson seemed to have figured out his control habits, making his attacks more effective.
If he could not find a way to counter Anderson soon, his only option would be to flee in disarray.