Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming glared darkly at the young man who was cursing loudly, as the violent elements surged through his body in an instant.
No one who ever spoke to him like that had lived to tell the tale.
The young man was stout and had the Gold Ability as a foundation, believing himself to have some prestige among the survivors.
He was usually quite arrogant.
Having been inexplicably bumped into, he wasn't prepared to take a loss.
He had seen pictures of the Zombie King, but it was just a brief acquaintance, and he didn't connect the cold-looking man in front of him with the Zombie King.
The young man arrogantly stared at Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming, completely unaware that the nearby zombies were trembling almost to the point of collapse.
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming's fingers slightly tightened, with a faint black flame seeping from his fingertips, ready to erupt at any moment.
Flickering in and out.
