Lin Ruhu had no power to resist at all.
His entire body twisted, flesh and blood mangled, as though he were about to be ground to death within it.
The fusion of the corpse bones had surpassed everyone's expectations.
Even Xu Zimo was stunned for a moment. "Nothing will happen to Ruhu, right?"
"Brat, you dare touch the corpse bones? Aaaah..."
The fat man gripped a massive hammer and smashed it down wildly.
"I worked so hard to obtain that corpse. Why did you have to ruin my plans?"
"Scram." Xu Zimo's low shout cracked like thunder as he kicked the fat man away.
This fat man merely possessed a powerful physical body and relied on Corpse Qi to remain immortal.
He had never learned any divine abilities or immortal arts, nor did he have much combat experience.
To put it bluntly, he was nothing but a reckless brute.
The fat man only dared to act so arrogantly because he was strong and could not die.
If they had been outside, Xu Zimo would not have minded spending some effort to kill him outright.
He kicked the fat man flying, then slashed Overlord Shadow directly across the man's neck.
Boom!
The fat man's head was chopped off.
But it was useless. Amid the surging Corpse Qi, a second head grew back.
Yet Xu Zimo saw it clearly.
This fat man was not a living creature.
His shell—his fleshly body—had actually been evolved.
The fat man's true core was a breath within his abdomen.
That breath was the Upper Corpse, or calling it Upper Corpse Qi would not be wrong either.
As Lin Ruhu fused with the corpse bones, it should have been immensely painful. Yet Lin Ruhu had no senses and did not know what pain was.
Perhaps that was