"We can't delay any longer, or this beast will be even harder to subdue!" Tongming Master said grimly as he repeatedly scoured the Bear Zombie's body with his Sword Pill.
Master Wu Gong also urged, "Fellow Daoist Yu, this is no time for soft-heartedness! If we drag this out, our chances of victory will shrink even further."
Du Youqian felt a massive headache coming on.
'Should I let this Demon King Zombie run rampant and cause widespread devastation?'
'Or should I use a Blood Sacrifice, offering up dozens of Foundation Establishment Cultivators to stop this catastrophe?'
'He really didn't want to make a choice like that.'
In that moment, he cursed inwardly. 'For the past several thousand years, why haven't the Holy Blood and Taihe Sects dealt with the South Sea Blessed Land Relics beneath the Desolate Abyss? Their negligence allowed all those corpses down there to turn into zombies.'
