"Although these zombies only have basic instincts left, in terms of stubbornness, they're no less troublesome than a martial artist with externally forged skin, or even one with externally forged tendons and bones.
It's a pity that one zombie only increases my soul energy by a hundred points at most."
Looking at the number of soul energy points on his attribute panel, Bai Ziyue felt a bit helpless.
However, he somewhat understood. After all, these were just recently formed zombies. Perhaps after some more time to transform, they would become stronger, and naturally, provide more soul energy.
But obviously, he couldn't afford to give them the time to grow.
Just as he was pondering this, a chilling aura suddenly emerged, making him feel as if he'd fallen into an ice cave.
