With a look of absolute horror, Shi Kun bellowed at Zu An ferociously to stay away.

Of course, there was no way Zu An was going to listen to him. Holding Chu Chuyan in his arms, he ran right toward where Shi Kun was.

Looking at the zombie spearmen trailing behind him, Shi Kun felt something explode in his mind. Never had he ever hated a single person in his life so much as he did at this moment.

However, the situation didn’t allow him any chance to wallow in his emotions. He hurriedly called upon every means available to him to fend off the zombie spearmen and escape. If he failed, he would be swamped.

“Young master, be careful!” 

Qiao Xueying directed some of her vines toward Shi Kun to block some of the zombie spearmen that were charging toward him. Her wood element seemed to be at an advantage when it came to curbing the undead, possibly because of how it was attuned to life-force. 

As powerful as Shi Kun’s Tempestuous Blades were, there was no flesh or blood for him to shred off from the bodies of the zombie spearmen, even if he could somehow get past the shields they were wielding. As a result, he found himself in a rather hopeless position.

If even I am struggling against them, Zu An should be dead by now, given how weak...