Chapter Eleven: The Victory(2/2)
The elderly Taoist priest was still immersed in the shock just now. He just reacted and turned around. The zombie's sharp claws had already arrived in front of him. If he wanted to dodge, it was too late!
puff!
The claws flashing with cold light were directly inserted into the elderly Taoist priest's chest.
Retreat your hand!
A beating heart has been caught.
ah!
Bang!
The elderly Taoist priest's eyes widened and made a painful sound. The body fell to the ground and sucked into a ball.
Zhang Yang had a full blow and actually took out the heart of the elderly Taoist priest.
Looking at the beating heart in his hands, a bloodthirsty impulse made Zhang Yang feel uncontrollable.
Part of the body hit by the thunder talisman is still suffering from the erosion of the power of lightning, and the pain from the soul is almost unbearable.
Under the double stimulation, Zhang Yang's rationality had already dropped to the lowest point, and he reached out and put his lively heart into his mouth.
"Baji!Baji!"
As he chewed, streams of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth, and combined with the zombie's green face and fangs, it looked even more terrifying and ferocious.
"ah--"
Yunhe, who had been injured and fell next to him, could no longer bear this stimulus and almost collapsed. He subconsciously took out a thunder-induced talisman, and his hands were about to be excited.
Of course, Zhang Yang would not give him a chance. He had already taken the lead in stimulating the thunder talisman. He chanted in his consciousness and led his spiritual consciousness. He shouted in his heart:
"disease!"
Click!
A ray of lightning struck down, and Yunhe had no chance to dodge, and then turned into a pile of coke. Only the unactivated thunder talisman was left slowly falling to the ground. The charred corpse with thick smoke was still twitching.
The battle is over!
A miserable victory!
Chapter completed!