The fog-enshrouded Crow Ridge was permeated with a stench of rot and death.
Those Dead Flesh Men got up and, with a mighty surge, charged towards Lin Baici. It seemed as though their brains were broken: even when trees were in their path, they didn't know to dodge, instead crashing straight into them.
Bang!
Crack!
Trees fell, kicking up specks of mud, and leaves nibbled by insects scattered in the chaos.
"Run!"
Lin Baici bellowed.
The candidates turned to flee for their lives, even those few who had wanted to follow Lin Baici gave up, each accelerating into a wild sprint, trying to escape this hellish place.
"What's going on?"
Zhang Hao felt completely numb.
Lin Baici's powerful Divine Grace couldn't completely kill these Dead Flesh Men?
The Seven Towns of Luoyang, each one harder than the last. Judging by the situation, the number of people who would survive in the end would be very few.
Wait!
