Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Old Pa instinctively tightened his grip on his weapon at the sound of Zhongli Zhiwei’s enraged roar.
He began to move toward Zhongli Zhiwei and her companions.
“Old Pa, why are you still going over?” Huang Sheng shouted, simultaneously grabbing his arm. He scrutinized Ba Shu with disdain. “You’re truly naive! If they don’t want you on their team, why bother forcing your way in?” “Since you’re not on the sa team, stay put! Don’t go and join the fray!” Zhongli Zhiwei, in a fit of anger, raised her voice.
As she shouted, she kicked aside a fallen zombie and angrily continued, “What do you an we’re not on the sa team? Didn’t we enter the secret realm together? You guys…”
Her words were abruptly cut off by a swift-moving zombie that leaped in front of her.
This zombie was exceptionally fast, its sharp claws reaching out to grasp her beautiful face.
Zhongli Zhiwei, frightened, fell backward and hit the ground with a thud.
Qiao Mu automatically raised her eyebrows, suspecting that Zhongli Zhiwei’s head must be hurting quite a bit.
In intense pain, Zhongli Zhiwei struggled to speak.
However, she had no ti for curses at the mont. Instead, she rolled to the side to evade a zombie that suddenly raised its leg to stomp on her.
Furious, Zhongli Zhiwei raised her hand to block the sword in front of her.
To her surprise, the zombie managed to grab it, and the once fine sword contorted into a twisted pattern!
“Ah!” Zhongli Zhiwei erupted in a fit of anger. She felt as if her chest were about to explode.
Acquiring a level-five spiritual tool had not been an easy feat, and now it lay destroyed at the hands of this corpse. The sheer injustice fueled her rage, making her want to obliterate that zombie, to end its existence!
Discarding the fried dough twist sword in her hand, Zhongli Zhiwei reached for a bottle of dicinal solution, swiftly pouring it into her mouth. Taking flight, she summoned another spiritual tool from her consciousness pool and slashed at the zombie before her.
She refused to accept that a level-nine spiritual cultivator could be bested by a re zombie.
“Be careful!” Gu Yixuan’s warning echoed from the side.
Opening her defensive ring, Gu Yixuan conjured a transparent shield that enveloped Zhongli Zhiwei just as two of the zombie’s arms suddenly shot out, tightly gripping Zhongli Zhiwei’s neck through the shield.
Shock etched across Zhongli Zhiwei’s face as she instinctively stepped back.
Gu Yixuan swiftly moved forward, delivering a powerful blow to sever the zombie’s head with her sword, concluding this perilous battle.
Half of the flying zombies had been dealt with by Ba Shu and the others.
Flustered and exasperated, Zhongli Zhiwei walked up to Old Pa and slapped him across the face.
Slap!
The unexpected slap drew raised eyebrows and puzzled gazes from those witnessing the scene.
Had Miss Zhongli lost her typically assertive deanor again?
Why was she confronting Old Pa alone?
“Don’t you have any pride? We’ve traveled the sa road for so long, and you’re turning against just like that.”
“It’s one thing if you don’t help, but to influence others around you to ignore the lives of fellow companions!”
“How shaless can you be?”
“What a flirtatious slutl!”
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