"Kacha!"
The corpse puppet struggled with all its might. It had the strength of nine Bulls and two tigers, but it could not shake off su Jie's grip at all. Su Jie's five fingers suddenly tightened, and with a tooth-numbing explosion, the corpse puppet's face caved in, and its head shattered like a watermelon.
Su Jie retracted his hand, and the zombie with its head broken fell to the ground softly.
"This bi an ..."
Yang Zhao and yang ke were both dumbstruck by this scene.
This corpse puppet had a bronze head and iron arms. It was impervious to knives and Spears. Even immortal cultivators had to use spells to kill it. However, this black-robed young man in front of him had crushed the corpse puppet's head that was harder than steel with a casual pinch?
"Lord su, Qianqian is even stronger than the last time I saw him!"
He Tieniu was also shocked.
