As the stench assaulted his face, a cold light appeared in Xu Qing's eyes. He quickly retreated. He didn't want to waste time entangled with this zombie old man.
Now that he had the fragments, he didn't want to stay any longer.
However, the zombie quickly chased after him. The baleful aura emitted by its body became increasingly dense. It was obvious that it wouldn't rest until it died.
Xu Qing observed the zombie old man closely with a sharp glint in his eyes.
The feeling the other party gave him was somewhat similar to the Sea Corpse Race. However, its joints weren't agile, but the hardness and recovery ability of its body were even more exaggerated.
It also possessed some undying characteristics.
"There's no heartbeat, no blood, and it lacks intelligence. It looks more like a mutated cultivator than a ferocious beast. Moreover, its body is filled with traces of time."