With a "splat," the enormous body of the zombie tiger split in half, entrails slop across the ground. Tang Ye didn't even blink. He smoothly lifted a hand, tendrils of black fog sweeping out and consuming the evolution crystal from the tiger's skull. He tossed it into his mouth without a second look.
Watching the zombie tiger be sliced apart so easily, the woman's face paled. Lifting her hands, she again activated her ability. Her fingers moved rhythmically, as if dancing.
A mysterious psychic energy swirled between Tang Ye and the surrounding zombies. Even at this late stage, she clung to the idea of controlling all that surrounded her.
Though she held little hope of controlling Tang Ye, she had to at least give it a shot.
Hundreds of high-level zombies around the woman roared in unison, brandishing their weapons while charging towards Tang Ye.
