Refining the Corpse Pill, Shifting the Blame!

At present, the situation was not so clear-cut. Qin Luo could not yet claim to be completely invincible.

He could only kill in secret.

He set his sights on the first Human Race member.

That man was also a Child of Destiny, though he possessed a mere four million Fortune Points.

"Kill him, and that should be enough, right, System?" Qin Luo asked inwardly.

[System: Please give it your all, Host. System will do its utmost to calculate it.]

"Good, good, good. Then do your utmost! I'm going to kill someone."

The battle was deadlocked. The Human Race, Devil Race, and zombies were locked in a chaotic melee.

By now, they had all entered a frenzied slaughter mode, each fighting for themselves.

Like a patient hunter, Qin Luo fixed his gaze upon one person.

That man was fighting a Devil Race cultivator, and now a zombie had barged into the fray as well.

That zombie who had jumped into the fight was the one under Qin Luo's control.

The zombie targeted the Devil Race cultivator and joined forces with that man for a moment.

"Hahaha!"

"Devil brat, you're dead today!" The man burst into laughter, his tone brimming with delight.

The Devil Race cultivator was furious, but what use was fury?

He could only endure the beating passively.

One man and one corpse battered him until he was miserable beyond words. That zombie in particular fought with complete disregard for its own life.

Its body was hard as steel, making the Devil Race cultivator's innate advantages seem inadequate.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Devil Race cultivator was on the verge of collapse.

At last, he saw the God of Death beckoning to him.

"Hahaha!" The Human Race True God Realm expert was just about to deliver the final blow