Inside the Boat of Death, Zhang Yang had already reconnected the Four-Leaf True Spirit with his physical body, yet he could not help releasing three more Soul Tremors at himself in succession.
He simply could not resist the urge to keep robbing a few more waves while the Mechanical Zombies had just landed.
You never knew how rich these Mechanical Zombies were until you robbed them. They were absurdly loaded, and far too easy to plunder.
When the overall value of that base-type Mechanical Zombie's mechanical body had just been estimated by the Heavenly Dao Maiden, Zhang Yang's eyes immediately turned red—red enough to glow.
Seriously, a million units of Cosmic Law!
Who could have imagined it?
Who, honestly, could have imagined it?
That was so much pocket money. So much that drool had already begun dripping from his mouth.
"Nobody fucking stop me! There's still time. I'm going out to rob them again! Opportunity knocks but once—aaaaah!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
All right, he had completely calmed down.
After a long while, Zhang Yang lay sprawled across the deck of the Boat of Death, blood flowing from all seven orifices and his expression listless. His gaze was resentful—or rather, his gaze was calm.
By then, the Mechanical Zombies had successfully forced their way ashore. Aside from the one Zhang Yang had ambushed and killed himself, all the other base-type Mechanical Zombies that had landed remained completely intact.
The Heavenly Dao of the Thousand-Handed World also announced its complete death at that moment. The civilization of the Thousand-Handed People had utterly collapsed as well. Judging from this wave alone, an estimated ninety-nine percent of the Thousand-Handed People had been wiped out, while the remaining one percent were already beyond saving.
"What the fuck are these things? They're not Mechanical Zombies—they're mechanical