"Finally dead."
Bai Ziyue murmured to himself, his gaze immediately shifting to see Wu Hao not far away, with a face full of disbelief and shock.
The zombie he refined had been a Martial Artist of Inner Cultivation Level in life. Although it didn't preserve its pre-death combat power, its refined physique was completely retained. Together with the washing of Yin Qi, its defense was so strong that even Martial Artists specialized in External Forging of Tendons and Bones found it difficult to slash through.
*Never imagined Bai Ziyue could kill it with just three strikes.*
Suddenly, Wu Hao met Bai Ziyue's cold, murderous gaze, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly said, "You... you're crazy? You can't kill me, I'm Daoist Wutong's disciple. If you kill me, you will surely die too."
"As long as he doesn't find out, it'll be fine."
