Perhaps both are true.

Zombie King Leng Yebai turned back and glanced at the direction from which the purple lightning was spreading, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The energy of this lightning is somewhat similar to his.

But the visitor was human, so why was his energy so similar?

Is it a coincidence?

Before he could think, Zhang Yiming and Bai Xizhu had already rushed in front of him.

The daggers approached his temples from both sides, about to pierce his head and pluck out the only Zombie King's crystal core in the world.

Zombie King Leng Yebai quickly retreated, swiftly grabbing the wrists of the two men.

One push, one pull.

Zhang Yiming was pushed more than ten meters away and landed heavily on the ground.

He pulled Bai Xizhu to his cold chest, and gripped her slender neck tightly with one hand.

Sharp nails could easily tear Bai Xizhu's delicate skin, or snap her neck at any moment.

“…Xiao Zhu!”

Zhang Yiming struggled to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes fixed on the zombie king Leng Yebai's finger that was gripping Bai Xizhu's neck.

"Ha, human, do you want to save her?"

The Zombie King, Leng Yebai, spoke in a cold voice, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Or, why don't you use that dagger that you were trying to stab into my head to stab yourself in the heart?"

"you--"

Bai Xizhu wanted to say something, but the pressure on her hand increased.

"Stop! I'll stab you!"

Without hesitation, Zhang Yiming raised the dagger and plunged it into his own heart without pausing.