The storage bag fell. Even though the zombie had lost its consciousness, leaving only its instincts, it still seemed to recognize that this was an extremely important item, and quickly reached down to grab it.
Bai Ziyue's expression changed. Under the control of his mind, the Cyan Light Sword shot forward again, fiercely stabbing at the zombie's head.
Clang!
It was like striking steel. The Cyan Light Sword barely pierced its skin before bouncing back without success.
However, this strike left the zombie somewhat unstable, causing it to topple over.
Though it quickly jumped back up again, the storage bag that had been on the ground was soon grabbed by a Yin Soul through its Ghost Claw, which threw it towards Bai Ziyue. He caught it with one hand.
"Good!"
Bai Ziyue internally cheered, finally free of any concerns. With a flip of his hand, he took out a small stack of talismans.
Spiritual power surged, and a talisman was instantly activated.
