That zombie also turned into a streak of bloody light and chased out with extreme speed. But no matter how Lin Xuan looked at it, he felt it did not seem to have taken the bait; instead, it seemed more like it did not want to damage the bodies of those cultivators who were still alive.
With a thought, Lin Xuan immediately controlled that wisp of yin soul and flew it out of the cave.
He had just withdrawn his divine sense when, amid the sounds of explosions, Zhang Yi and Chen Yu also appeared before his eyes.
Although they were only several zhang away from Lin Xuan at this moment, the two, who were fighting the zombie with all their might, did not notice the youth beside them.
Instead, a red gleam flashed in the zombie's eyes, and it glanced over in this direction.
Lin Xuan naturally would not join the battle, and once again concealed himself off to the side.
Zhang Yi's expression was extremely grave, without the slightest trace of his earlier ease and comfort. The Cold Scale Sword turned into a bolt of blue lightning, circling and dancing around the zombie as it searched for an opening to attack.
A thunderous bang rang out—it was the Cold Scale Sword striking the zombie's arm. Zhang Yi was first delighted, then his expression became incomparably ugly.
It actually could not cut into the other party's body!
Although monsters like zombies were naturally immensely strong and their bodies as hard as steel, no one had ever heard of one being able to withstand the magic treasure of a Core Condensation cultivator head-on!
Even a Corpse King could not do that!
Could it be...
Dark clouds gathered over Zhang Yi's face. Just as he was about to use some other