Chapter 534: About the Mourinthia Tribe

The Blood Zombies took Tristan Wokey's ghost-claw strikes head-on and went flying one after another. But they scrambled back up almost immediately. Then they charged again. Tristan saw it and furrowed his brow. "Hell with this. They won't die!" "Then taste my Verdant Formula!" He snapped his hands through a series of seals. A life-green glow seeped out around his body, and he stabbed a finger forward. A thorny wooden vine appeared out of thin air. The instant it formed, Tristan pointed again...