Zombie Apocalypse, District 7.
"Tsk, man."
Looking at the sleeping bag beside her, Bellamy shook her head helplessly.
She had been waiting on the spot for seven minutes.
In fact, it wasn't that she couldn't continue to maintain the mental strength lock on Angetas.
She could continue.
But if she did, the probability of being discovered by the vampires would increase.
The risk was too great.
If this matter was discovered by the Elders Council, it would be quite troublesome.
Therefore, seven minutes was the most Bellamy could give to Fang Heng.
"I've already given you too much time, Fang Heng, so..."
Bellamy muttered to herself. Both of her hands condensed a mark on her chest and dispelled the seal of mental strength on the sacred tree of the vampires, Angetas.
