With how the sacred fire swallowed everything in its tracks, it truly was tremendously powerful.
At present, the entire plaza was completely engulfed in sacred fire. Let alone the melting eaves and walls, even those squalling zombies were unable to flee from the sacred fire.
“Rawr, rawr, rawr!!” A flying-type zombie flew out from the exit in chagrin. Inside their decaying eye sockets were a pair of small, sinister eyes that were glued to Mo Lian.
“It’s my time to shine now.” Pushing him aside, Duan Yue rolled up his sleeves and arched his head while beckoning at that zombie with his finger. “Come! You ugly son of a b*tch, your Grandpa Duan Yue will make sure that you won’t be going back today!”
“Rawr!!” The flying-type zombie abruptly dived down with a roar, reaching for Duan Yue with its claws like how it did with that short mystic cultivator.
“Ridiculous, are you able to catch me?” Duan Yue merely blinked his bright eyes as he unhurriedly crossed his hands in front of his chest to block the attack.
*Bam.* The black spiritual armor wrist guards that generated around his hands instantly deflected that zombie’s claws without a scratch.
“Let me show you my full-body spiritual armor!” Duan Yue smirked mischievously. In the blink of an eye, black spiritual armor spread across his entire body, and he leaped up with a whoosh to that zombie in mid-air.
He pummelled that zombie’s head with his fist without room for objection.
*Wham!!* A wisp of spiritual energy lingered around his fists since they were encapsulated in spiritual armor. That fist was so powerful that it promptly sent that flying-type zombie crashing into the dirt wall behind it.
Rawr!! Rawr, rawr!!” However, that zombie had already developed intelligence, which was why it turned around to flee upon sensing that these two men weren’t to be provoked.
Yet no sooner said than done, Mo Lian had caught the zombie’s waist with a black whip formed from sacred fire.
He gave a vicious pull.
*Slam!* The sacred fire slammed the zombie into the ground loudly.
A token fell from its waist with a light clang.
After peering down at it, Duan Yue had a queer expression on his face. “Mo Lian, guess who he is.”
“Jiaozhong City’s City Lord.” Mo Lian gazed icily at that zombie while leaning against the dirt wall by the exit. “What are you waiting for, hurry up and kill it.”
“Fine, fine, you heartless guy.” Duan Yue swiped out his Raven Moon Sword and abruptly speared the head of that zombie thrashing on the ground.
Duan Yue beheaded that city lord zombie with a mighty slash of mystic energy and took out a lustrous green core slightly bigger than a fingernail from its head.
“It seems to be a bit bigger than the zombies’ from before,” Duan Yue muttered as he turned around to look at him. Suddenly, he cracked a grin at Mo Lian. “What do you say I kill you right now. That way Qiaoqiao will be mine!”
Mo Lian tossed him a cold look. “Stop babbling. Come and help me out.”
“Tsk.” Duan Yue turned his head aside and harrumphed. “How are you not even the tiniest bit scared and still acting so cocky!”
Nevertheless, his body moved faster than his brain as he spoke. He flashed to Mo Lian’s side and supported him while piercing another zombie with his sword in passing. He then kicked that thing back to the plaza for cremation.
“Hey, it can’t be that Heavenly Law has discovered you punk, right.” Duan Yue laughed in schadenfreude, “Hurry up and go to the Upper Domains. I will take good care of Qiaoqiao.”
“Screw you.” Mo Lian glared at him.
