One night passed, and the terrifying howls that had once permeated the entire city finally ceased.
Regardless of those gathered in various locations with supernatural abilities or ordinary people, the strong sense of fear and crisis in their hearts subsided.
In the clear morning light, Wang Hongyuan sat on a sofa, his face somber.
Zhao Sunwu, who left and had not returned, was evidently off to seek the entity that intrigued him so thrillingly. His ability to fly gave him an undeniable advantage.
Although Wang Hongyuan possessed a supernatural ability, in a landscape dominated by monsters and overrun with zombies, his wood-based ability could not provide him with a comfortable environment.
His wood-based ability could be used to create strong and tough tendrils for attack, yet it was not reliable when facing a myriad of crises, let alone sneaking around unscathed.
