Even if the Zhang Family Ancestral Master had bewitched their minds, their bodies remained honest, only obeying Mo Hua.
Their onslaught continued unabated.
These Iron Corpses had looks of longing, clearly shaken in spirit.
But their attacks were still mercilessly fierce, not holding back in the slightest.
The Zhang Family Ancestral Master felt a chill in his heart.
What kind of control technique was this? He had never seen it before.
The Zhang Family Ancestral Master called out loudly,
"Who is the expert that set up this situation?"
Being able to simultaneously control eleven Iron Corpses without being affected by his own Taoist sounds, such a skill could only belong to a true master.
But Mo Hua didn't make a sound, nor did he have any intention of revealing himself.
The most ideal outcome was to avoid getting involved personally.
To let these zombies slaughter each other within their clan.
Wait until both sides were weakened, then go out and pick up the pieces.
