The thoughts surged.
Zhang Yiming could no longer distinguish whether he was the future Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming or the current Zhang Yiming who hadn't consumed flesh.
The hostility on his body couldn't be smoothed no matter what.
His nostrils were filled with the scent of flesh coming from Bai Xiqin and Leng Yebai.
A body that hadn't devoured flesh began to have a strong desire to devour flesh.
In his mind, there were flashes of scenes of Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming devouring flesh.
Bloody visions presented themselves before Zhang Yiming's eyes.
The red flesh exuded a strong bloody smell, and he stood amidst piles of flesh, watching the fear-stricken expressions of those ants.
A burst of pleasure surged in his heart.
The zombies would present him with the most delicious flesh, and he would eat it without hesitation, savoring the satisfaction it brought him.
The last image was of a child's face, looking only about five or six years old.
