It's like chopping vegetables.
Relaxed, simple.
The tyrant noticed Wang Zixuan standing lonely in the middle of the street, watching it. Its body leaned forward, and it let out a ferocious roar.
Wang Zixuan, with his red eyes spinning, didn't even have to think about it—he turned tail and ran.
Ran so fast, his butt crack was about to split apart.
Gone! Gone!
Eventually, he hid in a corner of some building, shivering, as the group of zombies was wiped out. His spirit had been greatly consumed, and he needed to slowly recover.
The shrunken Corpse King Zixuan let out a low growl akin to a cat's.
"Gege wu"
It was like he was saying, "You damn wait for me."
Suddenly.
He heard the tyrant's roar outside.
It scared him so much that he didn't dare growl lowly, like a helpless fat kid hiding from a bunch of perverts wanting to grab his butt.
The future Corpse King, with many underlings, challenged the tyrant.
Yet he was mercilessly counter-killed by the tyrant.