Facing the three black-furred corpse fiends, whose bodies were impervious to blades or spears, Dustin moved like drifting smoke, weaving effortlessly through their relentless assault. He no longer met their strength head-on; instead, his sword strikes became exceedingly precise and cunning, the tip always finding the weak points—the joints where the limbs connected or the nodes where the corpse talismans’ energy converged—piercing them with pinpoint accuracy. Clang! Clang! Shhhh! Sparks flew. One of the corpse fiends had its knee joint pierced through by a strand of sword qi, its movement freezing instantly. Another had the control talisman on its back sliced open by the sword tip, and it began staggering about wildly like a headless fly. The third, the fiercest of the trio, slashed straight for Dustin’s chest with razor-like claws—but he twisted aside with a move of flawless precision, then countered with a backhanded thrust, a streak of blue-white light flashing like a meteor pi...