I Am Not He Shen

Looking at the survivors, their faces the picture of despair, surrounded by zombies at the foot of the towering walls, Tang Ye stretched his arms wide and shouted: "Welcome to paradise!"

I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World

A flutter of his back wings, and Tang Ye's feet left the ground, initiating a low-altitude flight.


Due to the human body not being naturally designed for aerial stabilization - lacking avian features to control airflow - Tang Ye's blood-and-flesh-made wings need to be large to keep him aloft.


But as the wings expand, each flap causes significant destruction. Of course, this is not an issue during high-altitude flight.


What bothered Tang Ye the most was the peculiar sensation of controlling these wings during flight. It was an indescribable feeling, akin to trying to move his forefinger but moving his pinky instead.


He found himself in the same position. Both wings flapping simultaneously was manageable if he focused most attention on them. But if he didn't pay attention, one wing could stop while the other continued, causing him to suddenly spin.


Chapter 270: Watching the Dragon_1