"Damn it, another half zombie?" Lin Tian cursed to himself. He wasn't afraid of half zombies—in fact, it was more of a hassle to kill them. They were like cockroaches, hard to kill after such a long time.
Wait, that's not right. It's not a half zombie, because if it were, the broken glass wouldn't be able to pierce the skin and muscles of a half zombie, Lin Tian thought.
Sure enough, the Black Robed Man sneered, "I don't know what you mean by half zombie; it's a real zombie. This is my Bat Spirit, and it will tear you to pieces and turn you into my flower fertilizer."
"Kill him! Don't leave the body intact," the Black Robed Secret Master ordered.
Tan Yuan received the order and suddenly let out a sharp cry. At this moment, Tan Yuan completely changed. He was no longer the mysterious figure, but more like a demon.
He stared fiercely at Lin Tian, suddenly lunging forward, clawing at Lin Tian with sharp, outstretched nails.
