Zombies' entire bodies were as hard as gold and iron, incomparably tough. But they had weaknesses too: their heads. In that respect, they were the same as all living things. Once their heads were blown apart on the spot, their resentful spirits had nowhere to lodge, and even the resentful spirit hiding within was smashed apart by Ye Xiwen's punch.
Generally speaking, though, while this was a zombie's weakness, it was also the toughest part of its body. Ordinary martial attacks could never possibly blow apart their heads.
And if their heads were not destroyed, these zombies would soon regenerate with tenacious vitality. From this perspective, they truly were creatures that neither died nor perished, immortal and undying.
This zombie still wanted to struggle, still making its last desperate bid, but how could Ye Xiwen give it the chance? A huge hand immediately pierced through the void and thrust straight in. Sharp flames ignited in his palm, and before long, the zombie's fleshly body was burned into a puff of green smoke. Only its power remained, and Ye Xiwen swallowed it alive on the spot.
After devouring this zombie, Ye Xiwen immediately felt that his Martial Dao Avatar, which had only just condensed the tiniest bit, had suddenly risen to one-fifth completion.
The White Bone Demon he had encountered before had also been at the Peak Stage of Life Mystic Realm, but compared to this zombie, there was clearly an enormous gap.
"Hahaha, at this rate, it won't be long before I completely condense my first Martial Dao Avatar. In that case, I won't stand on ceremony!" He watched as streams of auras charged over from afar.
It was not that he had failed to see Qin Lie's summons, but to him, condensing his first Martial Dao Avatar came first.