The building had broken into several sections. In the ruins of one section, several disciples struggled desperately, barely managing to crawl halfway out before they breathed their last.
They were covered in blood, their eyes glaring wide, as though cursing the injustice of fate.
Countless clouds of gray dust drifted and scattered through the surroundings like gunpowder smoke, swaying on the fierce wind.
Tap, tap.
A pair of black leather boots slowly stopped before the corpses.
Lu Sheng bent down and gently closed their eyes.
"Go, my blood."
Behind him, huge twisted figures over three meters tall gradually emerged, one after another.
"Let the whole world witness your strength."
Within the dust, the indistinct giant shadows began moving one after another, charging at high speed toward the disaster-stricken city filled with zombies.
Lu Sheng's gaze fell upon the black and white figures still locked in fierce combat not far away.
He lifted a foot and slowly walked toward them.
Whoosh! In an instant, his entire body trailed a string of afterimages.
Everything in his field of vision rapidly enlarged at a terrifying speed.
Bright, who was desperately swinging the Necro Scythe, drew closer and closer in his sight.
Lu Sheng raised a hand and calmly aimed it at Bright's forehead.
Boom!!!
A cloud of white mist suddenly exploded in midair.
Bright only felt as though a meteor had struck him head-on. The world spun around him, and in the blink of an eye, everything around him had gone dark.
Dylan took the chance to slash at Lu Sheng with her sword. Her speed and power were too great; she had no time to withdraw the strike.
Lu Sheng turned aside, his afterimages flashing repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Dylan.
"Your time and mine are different."