C1277 Zombie Army's Mission

The Saint-level zombie secretly narrowed his eyes. At the moment, he silently accepted the result, but didn't show it on the surface.

"Cure my wounds. I won't treat you unfairly."

"But if you want to do something else... Hehe... You will die for sure!"

"You should know how easy it would be if I wanted to kill you!"

As the Saint-level zombie spoke, his eyes were filled with endless threat