"However, if your slave gets eaten up by the zombie in minutes, you have to receive punishment as well." Mother Zhen sniggered.
"That's right!"
The restless crowd of demonic cultivators underneath screeched, "We want to see an entertaining match."
"That's right, that's right! If there aren't any brilliant moments! You have to receive punishment as well!"
"Come down, Jin Ji. In my view, your little slave won't be able to last for one second, let alone one minute!"
When faced with such a strong and powerful level-four zombie, how could the bald little fatty be its match?
When Jin Ji heard this, she was extremely infuriated, giving the bald little fatty a heavy kick. "Don't disappoint me! Go up! If you dare lose in less than a minute, I'll skin you alive!"
The bald little fatty gave a grunt and slowly got up from the ground. He shook the chains binding his hands as he stared fixedly at Jin Ji with a crimson, cold glint.
