Lying before him were several zombie corpses. He had been walking along, admiring the street views, feeling regret and helplessness over how such a lively city had become like this, and his heart was in turmoil.
Who would have thought that several zombies would appear, staggering towards him like rabid dogs? Left with no choice, he could only draw his sword to defend himself, quickly dispatching the group of zombies.
He flicked off the thick fluid clinging to the Frost Mourning sword, and upon closer inspection, it seemed sharper than before, as if it shone with an inexplicable luster.
"An illusion?"
He shook his head and didn't dwell on it.
"Heh heh... roar."
A series of deep growls came, along with the sound of impacts.
He followed the sounds.
The scene before him took Lin Fan by surprise.
