The Turban Zombie King used his psychic power to forcibly resist the Corpse Domain's energy. He was in immense pain, his teeth clenched tight, like a lone boat in a storm, teetering on the verge of collapse.
With a flick of his wrist, Lin Dong took out the Star Map Slate. Strange energy spread outward as the Crystal Stones atop it shimmered like dazzling stars.
Lin Dong charged forward, seeming to teleport as he arrived before the Turban Zombie King.
He swung his arm in a wide arc. The Star Map Slate trailed a long blaze as it drew a circle and smashed toward the Turban Zombie King.
Lin Dong's strength was now even greater than before. His terrifying energy swept through everything in its path, and wherever the slate passed, space itself collapsed, as if it would reduce all things to ash.
The Turban Zombie King was utterly horrified, feeling as though a massive mountain were crashing straight into him.
In his panic, he instinctively raised the flute in his hand to block it.
Boom!
A thunderous blast erupted the next moment. Violent energy burst forth like an exploding volcano, making the air shriek as the surrounding ground caved in.
The aftershock of the battle spread in all directions, sweeping away every patch of snow and leaving the ground blanketed in white.
Several zombies in the distance were caught in the blast and sent flying far away along with the snowflakes.
The Turban Zombie King suffered the worst. The flute in his hand exploded into fragments, and both his arms broke apart.
His battered body flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with its string cut, hurtling hundreds of meters away.
Finally, he crashed heavily onto the ground like a broken sack.
Even the turban wrapped around his head had