The White-Haired Yellow Weasel Spirit was the oldest, most powerful, and most imposing of the lot. It was clearly their leader.
The first time Zhou Yan saw it, he immediately recognized it as the greatest threat.
He had endured the Yellow Weasels' relentless attacks on his Corpse Controlling zombies, suffering heavy losses.
Even when the two spirit creatures joined the fight, he had kept holding back.
Only after the White-Haired Yellow Weasel Spirit had completely let down its guard did Zhou Yan send out the Escape Corpse.
He struck with a killing blow!
The White-Haired Yellow Weasel Spirit probably never imagined it would die such a miserable death.
If it could speak, it would surely have cursed loudly: "Humans are fucking filthy!"
After the White-Haired Yellow Weasel Spirit died, it took the other Yellow Weasels a while to react.
"Squeak, squeak..."
"Cack, cack..."
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
The Yellow Weasels instantly fell into chaos, their cries rising one after another.
The two remaining spirit creatures let out shrill cries. Their eyes fixed on the Escape Corpse were filled with viciousness and cruelty. They ignored the Black Zombies entirely, dropped to all fours, and charged toward it.
The Escape Corpse didn't stay where it was, either. It quickly fled.
But the two spirit creatures seemed to have keen senses of smell. They caught the Escape Corpse's scent and kept hot on its trail.
It wasn't just the two spirit creatures. The other Yellow Weasels seemed to have been summoned or driven by something, and swiftly followed behind them.
As for the Black Zombies, the Yellow Weasels no longer paid them any attention.
The battlefield soon fell silent. Only severed limbs and blood remained scattered across the ground, along with a few Corpse Controlling zombies that had survived by sheer luck.
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