Lu Yun and Chu Xingran could act without reservation if Haidong Lin was already dead. But since he was alive and held by the Corpse Refiners, they couldn’t very well let him die before their eyes. Sometimes, death wasn’t the most horrifying outcome. A life in which death was more preferable was even worse.

In the split second that Chu Xingran hesitated, countless zombies piled on top of him. The thirty-six golden warriors flared with power to dig him out of a mountain of snarling bodies.

“What do we do?” He was at a loss and looked at the thirty-six shining figures. However, they weren’t Lu Yun’s replicas at the moment, so they didn’t have any answers.

Jiang Kui stood...