"Boom!"
A giant hammer came crashing down from the sky, smashing hundreds of Plague Zombies into a bloody pulp. Although it would only take some time before new Plague Zombies or Plague Spirits formed within that rotten meat under the infusion of strange power.
09 Sub-Account Zhang Yang's figure landed beside the giant hammer after several breaths. His gaze was complicated as he looked toward the Princess Palace ahead. This was probably the last building in the city still capable of temporarily resisting the invasion of evil forces. That was not merely because five hundred powerful Ice Witch Knights and fifteen of the most learned Earth Witchers were stationed here, but also because this place was the palace of his Xing Clan fiancée. As a Quasi-Heavenly God-level existence, as long as she still had a breath left in her, this place would not fall.
And now, Zhang Yang had returned after leaving.
No one had tried to keep him from leaving before, yet now he was being stopped outside.
Perhaps to these utterly loyal Ice Witch Knights, his departure just now had been only human nature, but it also represented the greatest betrayal. That meant he was no longer qualified to be their Princess's fiancé.
"Move aside. I can save her!"
Zhang Yang sighed. In truth, he had had no need to return. The task his main body had given him was not too difficult. After all, he had the Plague God Seal in hand. Although carving the Plague God Seal consumed nearly three thousand years of his lifespan each time, members of the Xing Clan were naturally long-lived. They had not regressed from the Fifth Sequence; they had once flourished in the Fourth Sequence. Even now that they had fallen, ordinary members of the Xing Clan still lived for