Chapter 47 Your Underling Is Good. He's Mine Now
"If you are willing to retreat now, the ghost king will spare your lives and forgive your impoliteness!"
The high-level rotten corpse holding the magic stick in his hand, Zack stared at Francis and said, "If you don't listen to my advice, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
As he spoke, he raised the magic stick high, a ball of dim light flashing.
The rotten corpses, who had been hiding in the swamp and flinching, crawled out one after another and approached Zack.
"He can order the rotten corpses in the swamp. It seems that he can increase their attack power." Francis looked at Zack curiously.
The dim light became brighter and brighter, turning into countless small green dots and entering the head of the rotten corpses.
The rotten corpses that were originally covered with broken meat and could be crushed to death at will, has immediately changed their shapes. They wriggled and fell layers upon layers of broken meat to the ground.
Then the new rotten meat grew.