Aooooooouuu.

A long howl cut through the depths of the night, resulting in a rapid recession of the ghost zombie tide.

“What’s going on?” His wonderful time of slaughter cut short, Lu Yun paused and looked into the distance. Two dots of black light flashed through his eyes as he scanned everything within five thousand kilometers.

Death art, Spectral Eye!

The death arts began recovering after he reached an external circulation of heaven and earth. Of them, the Spectral Eye was the first to come back.

Ghost zombies teemed within five thousand kilometers, their origins unknown. It seemed like they’d always been there. They...