Su Changkong shouted loudly.
"Killing these undead would brand us with their death mark, subjecting us to continuous erosion, so we must not kill them!"
Hong Zhenxiang and Xia Yanyi obviously understood this as well.
"Hiss!"
An undead martial artist wielding a knife lunged at Xia Yanyi. This undead martial artist possessed all the abilities it had in life. Its long knife brought forth a chilling blade light, forming a blade gang several feet thick, splitting the air as it chopped down!
The strength displayed was at least at the level of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, quite impressive.
"Hiss hiss hiss hiss!"
But Xia Yanyi's expression was ice-cold. Holding a black and white sword, which he wielded like Yin and Yang, he easily neutralized the undead martial artist's attack. In a flicker of sword light, the undead martial artist's arms and legs were severed from its body, chopped off by him and smashed onto the ground.