After sensing the information transmitted by the Zombie Dragon, Tang Ye twisted his neck a couple of times, causing a "ka-chack ka-chack" sound from the friction of his bones.
"In my case, quantity isn't better than quality!"
Tang Ye looked at the batch of zombies below him and then spoke to the air.
"Is that so?"
The Level 2 zombie scoffed as if deeming Tang Ye's words unworthy.
But Tang Ye was not bothered. The blood tissue that had randomly scattered around was abruptly drawn back. He had no idea how far he flung the invisible demonic spirit zombies this time.
With his body regaining its human shape, Tang Ye waved his hands, with all the overflowing black mist coalescing into one mass, preparing for the next round of attack.
However, just as Tang Ye was constructing a sword with the black mist, his complexion suddenly changed!
"Not good!"
A sensation of his body parts being switched from left to right came over him, making Tang Ye reveal a rare expression of panic.
