The martial artists in the room were frightened out of their wits.
Crack!
"Ghosts!" two of them roared. They crashed through the window of the room and ran outside.
Seeing this, Heiwa only glanced at them and ignored them.
At this moment, a system notification appeared in Han Zhao's vision.
[Fiendish Corpse. A product of the combination of resentment and Yin energy. During the day, it's no different from an ordinary person. There's no flaw at all. Even the Fiendish Corpse doesn't know.]
[At night, when the Yin energy gathers, the Fiendish Corpse will return to its original body and retain some of its habits when it was alive.]
[The Fiendish Corpse is afraid of fire-type Internal Force and Yang-type true qi. Its weakness is its head.]
"Fiendish Corpse?" Han Zhao's gaze focused.
At this moment, Zhang Linlu took out a disassembling metal spear. After quickly assembling it, he stabbed at Heiwa. "Die!"
Swoosh!
