Zhang Quan and Elder Song's eyes widened in horror, but they could not utter a sound.
Mo Hua narrowed his eyes and smiled.
That was correct.
Zombies should look the part, no need for chatter!
Afterward, he concealed himself, sat down cross-legged, and prepared to wait for other zombies from the Zhang Family to come, so that he could test the control effects of the Spiritual Pivot Formation.
After a while, another zombie Elder indeed came with two zombie disciples into Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness.
As soon as the zombie Elder entered the Sea of Consciousness, without even having time to marvel at the depth and purity of Mo Hua's Divine Sense, he noticed Zhang Quan and Elder Song standing stiffly like wooden stakes.
Their appearance was very strange.
Their clothes were ragged, scorched, as if they had gone through a fierce battle.
Yet their aura was steady and even quite balanced and harmonious, not at all reflective of having fought...
"Elder Song?"
That zombie Elder asked with a frown.
Elder Song remained motionless, his eyes wide open but with no response at all.
Muttering to himself, the zombie Elder called out again, "Elder Song?"
"What has happened?"
"Where is Elder Si? And those two disciples?"
"How come you look like this?"
After asking for a long time with no response from Elder Song, the zombie Elder frowned more deeply.
Just then, Elder Song suddenly lashed out. His fingers, sharp as talons, were swift as the wind as he targeted the zombie Elder's heart vessel.
The zombie Elder was startled and quickly dodged, but a gash was still torn across his chest, spilling black blood.
Enraged, the zombie Elder bellowed, "Elder Song, what do you mean by this?"
Elder Song's attacks became more frenzied, each move lethal, as if he had no regard for his own life.
While the zombie Elder struggled to cope, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Zhang Song, what are you trying to do?"
"Are you aiming to betray us?"
"To kill your own Elder?"
"How will you explain this to the ancient ancestor?"
"Are you planning a rebellion?!"
Elder Song's expressionless face masked inner turmoil:
I don't want to be involved in fratricide either, I'm not in control of myself...
Don't blame me...
Blame that vicious, hateful, despicable, devious, shameless little devil!
It's him, preventing me from controlling myself!