"Are you alright?" Li Ang glanced at Wanli Fengdao, who was covered in wounds, and asked casually.
"I'm fine." Little Brother Dao shook his head. Gripping his sword-wielding right hand, he set his dislocated shoulder back in place with a CRACK. "Just encountered a bit of trouble..."
Earlier in the dense forest, he had been attacked by over a dozen floating corpses. After struggling to slay several, reinforcements arrived. Miss Chai descended from the sky, clad in Qinge Armor. Wielding a Bronze Sickle, she sliced through them as easily as cutting vegetables, and the two worked in tandem to obliterate the remaining floating corpses.
