After all, this wasn't the Journey to the West anymore.
He could unleash his power without holding back. If he couldn't kill his opponent, it was only because he hadn't unleashed enough of it.
Tang Luo still hadn't recovered from his injuries.
He had no choice but to be more economical with his strength.
He needed to figure out how to fight more effectively with the power he had.
That wasn't something he could work out by sitting alone in his room and letting his thoughts run wild.
The only way to learn the truth was through practice.
Targets were hard to find.
The Bronze Armored Zombie nearby was one option.
So Tang Luo dragged it over and used it for practice.
The results were... less than satisfactory.
He shook the bell in his hand hard again, but the Bronze Armored Zombie still didn't react.
The Corpse Controller raised his perpetually bowed head. A pair of fierce eyes glinted beneath it.
"Amitabha Buddha." Tang Luo chanted a Buddhist prayer to identify himself. "If you have no use for your eyes, benefactor, you can donate them to someone who does."
Just a little gentle persuasion.
Maybe the other man would "attain Buddhahood on the spot"?
One had to have dreams.
"Heh..."
The Corpse Controller merely chuckled and stopped shaking the bell. "What did you do to my Bronze Armored Zombie?"
"Are you referring to this, benefactor?"
Tang Luo looked at the Bronze Armored Zombie. "I liberated it."
As he spoke, the Bronze Armored Zombie beside him suddenly crumbled into a pile of dust, scattering across the ground as if it had been cremated.
The Corpse Controller's eyes widened, and he instinctively took a step back.
He nearly bumped into K, who was swaying behind him.
The Corpse Controller wouldn't have been