Facing three near-invulnerable black-haired flying corpses, Logan moved like smoke, weaving effortlessly between their strikes.
He didn’t clash head-on anymore; his swordwork transformed — razor-sharp and cunning. Every thrust hit precisely at joint seams or talisman energy nodes, piercing weak points like he could see the corpses’ inner workings.
Ding! Ding! Sizzle!
A sword glow flickered. One zombie’s knee joint snapped from the impact, freezing it mid-lunge.
Another talisman was pierced and the corpse suddenly spun wildly like a broken puppet.
The third charged with brutal force, claws aiming straight for Logan’s heart. But Logan slid aside with smooth footwork and stabbed backward — his blade driving into its open mouth, ripping through its skull from within like a beam of white light breaking through the sky.
In just a few breaths, all three powerful flying corpses were disabled — shredded by Logan’s precise, merciless swordsmanship.