The "fungal mat" of the dead reached the edge of the inner city wall.
From such a distance, Wang Yunxiao couldn't see clearly what means the defending army on the wall used; anyway, this definitely wasn't the first time they had faced this situation, and theoretically, they should have been prepared long ago.
As he expected, there was a lot of commotion over there. The clanging and banging were incessant, but the towering inner city palace walls were never breached.
Until the sky gradually lightened.
This night had finally passed.
With the lights extinguished, the streets also gradually quieted down.
Within the "T" shaped quarantine zone that Wang Yunxiao had created, the dead who had filled every dark courtyard just disappeared without a trace. It was as if they had only experienced a nightmare, and now the dream was finally over.
