There were a few skeletons roaming aimlessly inside the hall. Mo Fan did not engage, turning into a shadow sweeping across the ceiling to pass them by..
Don't you dare! yelled Xu Mingcong furiously. He curled his finger and fired the last shadow spike..
Yu Qingsu was completely unaware of the creature's presence, since it was merely a lump of shadow. She even assumed it to be Shorty's shadow cast by the blazing flames, yet the shadow was none other than a demon beast, one that was fond of slicing its prey's throat!.
Giant Shadow Spike: Shadow Rose Thorns!.
If anything, Mo Fan believed that he would have a hard time defeating Zhao Manyan in a battle, but… everyone else would have the same trouble, too..
A few old men sat on the wooden chairs with carefree looks. None of them seem afraid, despite living among the Undead..
The miracle villages were the only ones left outside of the walls. The villages were still unharmed even today, but as they did not use any modern technology, communication between the villages and the Ancient Capital would take a very long time....
She glanced at the sky and saw a thin ray of light barely making it through the rain!.
Both the force of the black sandstorm and the poison it contained was too deadly for Mo Fan to take any risks. Unfortunately, he did not have the Light Element to nullify the poison spreading toward him....
The group was unharmed throughout the night. As everyone was relieved that the undead did not attack them during the night, they were even more confused about why their village was attacked..
So we are back to square one now with no idea what to do? Is our fate really in Heaven's hands? Han Ji raised his head and glanced outside of the golden barrier..
A few undead were roaming aimlessly at the Foreign Park. When there was no sign of prey nearby, they would move at an extremely slow pace, dragging their incomplete bodies around like machines..
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