The Zombie King remained still for a long time. Apparently, he was shocked because he knew that he might not have survived if the lightning had hit him. Even if he survived, he would be badly hurt, and his power gained through ages of cultivation would all be gone.
Fatty looked at the Zombie King and then the ash besides him. His face blushed with anger. He had worked so hard for so long and consumed precious tools he had exchanged, only to kill a zombie servant of little importance?
And the Zombie King was just shocked?
Su Bai moved closer to him. "Fatty, can you give it a second shot?"
"Impossible! It’s not a hand-job!" Fatty looked upset.
"Then you hold him up, I’ll go get Lam." Su Bai said.
"Why me? Why not you hold him up?" Fatty asked.
"You’re the professional."
"I’m exhausted! At least you’ve got strength." Fatty felt wronged.
