Shortly thereafter, a considerable number of zombies emerged from every corner; seeing living humans, they lunged like rabid dogs, behavior that was truly despicable.
When his own safety was threatened, Lin Fan often defended himself in advance to prevent accidents.
He slowly drew Frostmourne, ready to defend himself.
Old Zhong took a deep breath, held up his shield, and drew his straight sword, ready to begin the fight—he wanted to battle side by side with Lin Fan.
But...
In the blink of an eye, as Lin Fan swung his sword a few times, the zombies that ran towards him seemed to be sliced by an invisible force, their bodies instantly bursting open, viscous blood splattering everywhere.
"Alright, it's over," Lin Fan said with a smile.
Old Zhong silently put away his straight sword and shield—it was none of his business at all.
Perhaps his only role was to prepare before the battle; aside from preparation, he didn't experience the process or reap the results.
"Let's go inside."
