The next moment, as if springs had been fitted to its feet, a flying zombie leaped fiercely back in front of its own ritual master, its bloodthirsty eyes flashing with a trace of deep-seated hatred.
This was one of the very few remnants of sentience retained by this flying zombie—the deepest, most profound hatred for the one who had ritualized it.
"What are you trying to do? Get away, get away! Corpse puppet control, corpse puppet control!"
Chapter 1259