Closer and closer
Liu Sumeng knotted his brows, his lips taut in uncertainty. Alas, there was no time to truly contemplate Yuan Xuelan's actions when Peng Jipei continued to howl like a mad dog and Cao Hong was at them once more with her remaining arm and that perpetual smile etched into her face.
Her claws met Liu Sumeng's blade and the severed arm wiggled about on the ground as though a worm, inching closer and closer. Peng Jipei had finally ceased his mindless shouting and was sewing together a spell that empowered his corpse mother.
Yuan Xuelan acted in turn, unleashing a slew of talismans that surrounded both the Ivory Sword Saint and Cao Hong. A barrier resonated around them, cutting off Peng Jipei's influence, And it was then when sword clasped with rotted flesh that Liu Sumeng could finally gain the upper hand. For Cao Hong stumbled, unable to properly balance under the new circumstances when she met the Ivory Sword Saint's superior skill.