The strange barbarian had just died, yet the corpse on the ground seemed to have been dead for several days, the stench of decay filled the air, and the skin and flesh were rotten and deteriorated.
Fang Zheng forced himself to endure the nausea as he prodded the body with a knife, his brows tightly furrowed.
"There truly is something peculiar!"
The strange man's body was covered in various complex patterns, resembling Dragon and Phoenix Seals used in talisman drawing, yet different, exuding a mystifying aura throughout.
Living Dead?
At least,
Strictly speaking, this strange man was not considered a living being, more akin to a zombie with some human characteristics.
Unafraid of harm, possessing immense strength, and able to understand certain commands, such an existence was even more troublesome than ordinary Three Blood Martial Artists.
Previously, the several slashes Fang Zheng made only cut into the flesh, but seemed to have little effect on this peculiar being.
