"So you're pushing me, huh?"
Lu Yan's eyes were icy, he put away his buffalo horn bow, and his palms shook with a chilly brilliance that radiated from his porcelain white skin.
Thud!
As his palms struck out, a chilling aura spread out, lowering the temperature within dozens of meters around him, as though winter had descended.
With a single palm strike, he sent the Zombie King flying, its body frozen into a block of ice.
Lu Yan was no longer holding back, he pushed the power of his Cold Magic Palm to the realm of Unity of Man and Martial Arts.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
His palms repeatedly struck out, within an instant, five or six zombies were sent flying. These zombies were even more fragile, turning into ice sculptures with just one hit, then shattered into pieces upon colliding with large trees or rocks.
After hitting five or six zombies in succession, he leaped and struck towards a Martial Spirit.
