This person was originally trapped and Lu Li didn't have time to untie him in his moment of haste.
Not to mention, he was about to be turn into an Undead. Who knew if he was friend or foe?
No one thought he could struggle and free himself from the ropes. Once he jumped up, he looked around his surroundings as if he was searching for a weapon, but there wasn't anything suitable for him to choose.
He could only grab a round wooden stick, about the thickness of a bowl. It didn't look like it suited him.
"You bastards," he spat as he hugged the stick and rushed at them. He smashed down directly on the head of a Cursed Disciple, filled with rage and resentment. This attack exhausted all of his remaining strength.
Bang!
The Cursed Disciple had its head cracked right open and its brains splattered everywhere in a red and white mess.
Then, the next was…
