The zombie that had just been roaring in anger suddenly quieted down.
This gentle brainwave and the previous bloodthirsty brainwave were two completely different styles.
One was ruthless and violent.
The other was warm and sunny.
Clearly two people with identical appearances, but they gave off completely different feelings.
Bang! Bang! Boom!
Zombie Emperor Zhang Yiming did not turn to see who was speaking behind him.
His pale fist slightly clenched and continued to punch the pile of flesh and blood on the ground.
A fierce aura surrounded him, and the faint black flames made his back look like a demon from hell.
Demon was the first word that came to Zhang Yiming's mind when he saw this silhouette.
Zhang Yiming only glanced at the mangled youth on the ground before looking away.
As expected, at the sight of the flesh and blood, bloodthirsty impulses also raged in his mind.
His heart roiled like a stormy sea, yet his face remained calm.
He was long accustomed to it.
