"My lord, I also want to fight with the Zombie Divine Hall!"
Fu Wanli's eyes flickered with intense battle intent.
In the past, when the Five Elements Spirit Race had declined, he had deliberately suppressed the hot blood in his body most of the time.
Facing the Zombie Divine Palace, he was completely useless.
Every year, they had to sacrifice hundreds of clansmen to the powerful experts of the Zombie God Realm.
Over the years, more than a million clansmen had died at the hands of the Zombie Divine Palace.
With such a blood feud, he wished he could eat the flesh of the Zombie God Realm and drink their blood.
The weakness in the past and the terrifying power transmitted between his fingers now gave him infinite security and confidence.
Looking at his fist, he knew that with this punch, the clansmen of the Five Elements Spirit Race who had sacrificed themselves all these years would be returned with interest.
"…"
