Cultivating the Beast God Technique and possessing a bonded magical treasure was only the first step.
Next, one had to nurture the treasure within the body for at least a hundred years, reaching a state where person and treasure were one, and the treasure's attribute had to be completely identical to the attribute of the cultivator's spiritual root.
Take Zhang Yi, for example. He possessed a water spiritual root, and the Cold Scale Sword was also a water-attribute treasure.
After that, he also needed the assistance of several special pills, and only after enduring countless hardships could he master this secret art.
The beast body he transformed into was not merely Zhang Yi's dharma body. The Cold Scale Sword had also merged into his flesh and blood, which was why the monster's teeth and claws were so sharp, sharp enough to tear zombies apart.
Seeing Zhang Yi gain the overwhelming upper hand, Chen Yu was naturally overjoyed.
With a hiss, the monster's front claw had already pierced through the zombie's chest. Victory and defeat were decided.
Even if it was a Corpse King, after suffering such a grievous wound, it would absolutely be more likely dead than alive. Zhang Yi was delighted and was about to pull away, return to human form, and deliver the final blow. Though the beast body was incomparably powerful, it consumed an enormous amount of magic power.
"Senior Brother!" Chen Yu also drifted over, but in the next instant, she stopped in astonishment.
"You... what are you doing?"
The strange tiger Zhang Yi had transformed into suddenly spoke human words, its eyes filled with terror.
Lin Xuan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly looked up.
He saw that the strange tiger's claws actually could not be pulled out from the zombie's wound, while the Corpse King