Just as Ning Fan was preparing to slip away, the zombie was blasted like a cannonball, blocking his path.
"Lost?"
Ning Fan had just a flicker of doubt when he saw the zombie fearlessly charging forward.
The zombie's power was terrifying; each punch and kick could leave wounds as large as a bowl on the Corpse Spirit's body.
Yet such fatal wounds were merely a tickle to the Corpse Spirit, composed of Corpse Qi.
No matter the severity of the injury, the wounds would instantly heal.
In contrast, the Corpse Spirit seemed to have no means against the zombie, having no significant offensive measures other than knocking it away.
The two humanoids tangled with each other seemed harmless, but each attack, alongside the unsettling wind-like shifts of Corpse Qi and terrifying howling, evidenced the immense force within.
With Ning Fan's current strength, he couldn't make any dent in this viscous Corpse Qi.
