"I'm afraid you're right."
Lan Xingling's expression also turned serious. She had heard long ago that the Witch Fiend Sect had undead beings. Unlike the corpse refining techniques circulating in the Jianghu, these undead possessed their own independent consciousness but also could be injured and would never die.
It seemed that these people in white robes and black robes were the undead of the Witch Demon Sect.
"The undead fear fire. Using fire-based martial arts might effectively suppress them,"
Lan Xingling suggested.
Upon hearing this, Ling Chen's eyes lit up. He suddenly channeled his True Qi, infusing it into the sword, and instantly, a layer of flames ignited on the Red Sky Sword.
With a swing of the Red Sky Sword, the sword qi condensed into four fire dragons in mid-air, interweaving with each other.
Those undead indeed appeared very apprehensive, quickly dodging away and keeping their distance.
