The Gu Master's smile slowly disappeared.
At first, he had not paid much attention to the wounds Bai Chu had inflicted.
To refined corpses, such injuries were meaningless.
They did not feel pain.
They did not fear death.
And most importantly, their regenerative abilities were far beyond those of ordinary cultivators.
A wound that would take a living cultivator hours or even days to recover from could often heal within moments.
That was precisely why the Gu Master had remained so confident.
However, several moments later, his expression changed.
His eyes narrowed. The wound on the first Golden Immortal corpse's arm was still there.
It had not healed.
At least, not as quickly as it should have.
The Gu Master's expression darkened.
He immediately focused his senses on the corpse.
Sure enough. The flesh around the wound was slowly regenerating.
However, the speed was far slower than normal.
It was almost as though something was suppressing its regenerative abilities.
