บท 292: The Son of The Netherworld's Happy Altar

"As I expected, the Son of the Netherworld's increase in strength is related to the number of zombies he can control. At this moment, his combat ability is comparable to the Demon Emperor."

Lin Qiye nodded slightly, and his gaze landed on one of the zombies.

The zombie walked stealthily.

It didn't grow any hair on its body. In other words, its hair had already fallen off. It had returned to the state when it was alive. Its body was like a demon, emitting an evil aura, and it didn't have the slightest bit of a zombie's smell.

Lin Qiye's eyes lit up.

"It's you, the Son of the Netherworld. After expending your abilities, you've condensed a God-level demon. Your talent development has exceeded 90%. You have a perfect zombie!

"If this zombie sneaks into the altar, the demon race won't notice it!"

Lin Qiye smiled and analyzed it carefully.