Innumerable afterimages streaked like lightning; rapidly engrossing the entirety of the Star Battle Platform.
Ye Hanjun unfurled his Wings of the Night and flew into the horizon.
But at the very last second, a ghastly claw that reeked rot swooped down, nearly grazing his back.
"Nishang, hundreds of zombie dogs...They're going to be the death of us!"
"It's not just that! Look at the eyes of the zombie dogs, red within green. Clearly, they have been injected with some stimulating substance, making them more bloodthirsty than usual!"
The clan members fell into chaos, especially those who had only recently ascended to the 6th Rank but did not possess the battle power of the Young King. They were startled at first, then turned deathly pale.
They dared not to fight and instead scrambled wildly on their Contracted Spirits, looking like rats scurrying across the street.
Ye Hanjun was among them, with no intention of calling upon the Absolute String for a counterattack.
