Li Yan's gaze swept over the Super Sensitive Yak Warrior, and the Han Sword in his hand unconsciously lowered.
"This is a living corpse, and it's a fourth-tier?"
In front of him was a dirty little girl, around thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a dirty dress, with light golden hair, delicate and tight skin, which was incongruous with the blood and radiation-filled ruins surrounding her. Her deep black eye circles and lips gave her a fallen, gothic lolita style, but no matter what, Li Yan found it hard to associate the girl with the hideous and fierce living corpses.
The two stood at the edge of the rooftops of two buildings, and the Super Sensitive Yak Warrior was also sizing up Li Yan.
"You are not a Wandering Deity."
She said coldly.
