The Long-Robed Old Daoist raised his eyes to the heavens and sighed.
He then reached out to touch the Phantom Barrier, attempting to enter once more, but Naihe, there was no response at all.
Not only that, a powerful force erupted from within, repelling him and sending him flying backward, crashing through several large trees.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
The Long-Robed Old Daoist landed and spat out blood.
The scent of blood instantly drew the attention of several zombies wandering through the dense forest.
They raised their heads and sniffed. With heh heh heh sounds, they caught the scent and charged over.
It was not only zombies. There were also wild beasts infected with the zombie virus. They were especially sensitive to the blood of living people and likewise rushed toward the Long-Robed Old Daoist.
Hearing the commotion, the Long-Robed Old Daoist cried out in alarm and endured the agony as he got to his feet to flee.
But it was too late. Several zombie beasts were already close to him. With a leap, they pounced fiercely at him.
Unable to escape, the Long-Robed Old Daoist could only fight.
Roar...
Heh heh heh...
"Evil Creatures, die for this Daoist!"
He attacked with all his strength, but the zombie beasts felt no pain and possessed tremendous combat power. For the moment, the Long-Robed Old Daoist could not take them down.
As time passed, more and more zombie beasts arrived. He fought while retreating, but behind him came the heh heh heh roars of zombies.
"It's over! Is this Old Daoist going to die here?"
"Master, I'm sorry. Your disciple can no longer complete the task you entrusted to me."
"Ah... this damned world..."
The Long-Robed Old Daoist was exhausted. Unable to withstand such a number of zombie beasts, he gave up. He