Mo Hua hid to one side, controlling Elder Song as he fought the newly arrived zombie elder.
Elder Song should have been stronger, but under Mo Hua's control through the Spirit Pivot Formation, he could not act as he wished. He seemed able to wield only seventy or eighty percent of his strength, and after several dozen exchanges, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
If one was not enough, then use two.
Mo Hua had no qualms about fighting unfairly. He began controlling Zhang Quan as well, and the two attacked from both sides.
With that, the newly arrived zombie elder was hard-pressed from every direction.
Mo Hua began observing its moves.
The Zhang Family's zombie elders all inherited the same methods. They only knew how to turn divine sense into corpses and fight in close quarters.
If they could not win, they would further corpse-transform with their divine sense, their bodies swelling massively as Copper Skin and Iron Bone, green-faced and fanged.
At such times, they moved faster, struck harder, and their fangs became much sharper.
But there was nothing particularly interesting about it.
The first time Mo Hua saw it, he had found it novel. After seeing it too many times, though, it had become dull.
Other than Elder Song, who knew a skin-shrinking and bone-contracting escape technique, the other zombies were all much the same.
He did not know whether they were ignorant and incompetent, or whether their Old Ancestors had kept their secrets close and never taught them other methods.
This zombie elder had no new tricks either.
Mo Hua was somewhat disappointed.
Time was limited, so he did not drag things out. He controlled Zhang Quan and Elder Song with all his strength, and the two besieged the zombie elder, beating it back step by