The Flame Blades exploded the instant they struck the Zombie King's body, turning into masses of blazing fire that left charred marks on his bark-like skin.
The Zombie King let out an angry growl. Clearly, these Flame Emblems had made him uncomfortable...
Though they were still far from hurting him, they had begun to irritate him.
At this point, apart from the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring, which was still digesting the Zombie King Heart, Yang Yong had played every trump card he had.
Even the Zombie King was momentarily stunned by the barrage.
Strong as he was, anyone would need some time to adapt to a madman launching different types of attacks from more than a dozen directions at once, regardless of cost or expenditure.
Kick them while they were down.
Seizing the Zombie King's brief lapse, Yang Yong rained down his fists even faster.
Ten punches in one second.
Twenty punches in two seconds.
A hundred punches.
Two hundred punches.
The clang of metal on metal rang out without pause, like an out-of-control pile driver working furiously.
He kept up this furious assault for three minutes...
Finally, Yang Yong's breathing faltered slightly.
Supernatural power was infinite, but his body had limits.
Three minutes of all-out exertion without regard for expenditure had left his muscles aching and his meridians throbbing faintly.
And in that instant of slackening...
The Zombie King seized his chance.
One punch.
Sent flying.
Yang Yong's body traced an arc like a baseball knocked away, slamming toward the distant alloy wall.
His body flew ahead, his soul trailing behind.
As Yang Yong tumbled through the air, a thought flashed through his mind:
*This Nine Nether Bone Armor was only just forged. Though it was made using that finger bone from the White-Bone Giant as its