With his neck pinned beneath a foot, the man kept flailing his hands, but no amount of struggling did him any good.
The other twelve suddenly let out strange cries in unison. Soul light flickered over their bodies, and they actually merged into a single figure beneath Yi Chen's feet.
Startled, Yi Chen hurriedly released the man and retreated several steps, his eyes wide.
The figure shuddered, his clothes tearing apart to expose his naked body. His head, however, was a human head. The strange thing was that his eyes had no whites; instead, they were black, as deep as a pair of black gemstones. His sinister gaze fixed on Yi Chen. Then his neck swelled to the size of a human head, and the muscles all over his body bulged one by one, as though a hill were moving.
A low, hoarse rasp came from his throat. "Lowly human, what are you trying to do?"
Yi Chen narrowed his eyes. He had clearly seen that this man was a zombie just now, and surely a Mutant Zombie at that?
Yet now this zombie's body had actually transformed into a living human body, and his eyes were no longer dull and vacant-or perhaps he had never known what vacancy was?
He was nothing more than a puppet, possessing only an empty shell. He had no soul.
Yi Chen sighed and shook his head. "You... aren't afraid of dying?"
The human shell grabbed his own belt, tore off the small pouch tied to it, and pulled out an archaic-looking Wooden Blade. Without a word, he slashed at Yi Chen.
The Wooden Blade swept up a silver arc of light and thrust straight toward Yi Chen.
Yi Chen sneered and casually tossed a gold brick in front of his face. The Wooden