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The original place was bloody, with corpses everywhere.
The Elder was held in the man's palm, already an old man, looking particularly miserable at this moment.
Only charred skeleton remains.
Even the soul was burnt, and not even soul capturing could work.
Yet, he still didn't know Shang Zhizhou's whereabouts...
The man, expressionless, casually smashed the Elder's charred skull with a slap.
Black and red ash flew in the wind, yet to hit the ground.
Qin Yu arrived, and as the man's brow twitched, ready to attack, he saw Qin Yu not charging at him but heading towards...
the King of Zombie.
Isn't this suicidal?
Indeed it is, if she hadn't dodged before the King of Zombie lunged, moving below him, half-standing, and reversing to fiercely stab the Three Kings Scepter she held into the sole weak point at the back of his head where the Corpse Nail was removed by the man earlier — because he didn't need it anymore.
But now this opening gave Qin Yu a chance.
