His thoughts raced, his consciousness was gradually being replaced by a new self, and his rationality was devoured by a surge of rage, finally turning into a roar. He used all his strength to attack the opponent, but in the end, he could only lift one hand!
He was in despair. In front of the Zombie King, even now, he was still an insignificant ant. He gave up, his lifted finger fell back down, and the uncontrollable rage in his heart was extinguished in an instant. He sighed faintly from the depths of his heart.
"I'm sorry, brothers... I hope you take your time on the Underworld Road, I... am coming..."
He closed his eyes, but in his senses, he couldn't tell if he had closed his eyes at all. Perhaps, from others' perspective, he was no longer humanoid.
The bizarre, blurred tree-root-like shape began to move. He couldn't determine what this thing really was, hundreds of eyes, hundreds of hands, or a strange creature made up of various human organs?
