“Senior, we should hurry…” Lin Wan was about to say they should leave.0

But the masked man interrupted, “Help me gather star cores.”0

He flickered as he charged headlong into the oncoming wave of zombies. Before he even reached them, his sword qi erupted, obliterating the front line of the corpse tide.0

Wherever he passed, hordes of zombies collapsed like toppled bricks, their heads rolling to the ground.0

Lin Wan’s eyes widened.0

What kind of martial technique is this? These aren’t mere grade one or grade two zombies in front of him. This is a true corpse tide, made up of grade three, grade four, and even grade five zombies.0

A horde like this would be enough to overwhelm even a powerful Five Spirits Realm or Golden Body Realm expert.0

Yet, before this masked man, they are as fragile as stalks of grass in the wind, collapsing with barely any resistance.0

In her two years at White Deer Academy, Lin Wan had never witnessed an ancient martial artist of this caliber. Even the academy’s old headmaster likely did not possess such strength.0

Who is this masked man?0

Lin Wan was so...0