Seeing this, Zhao Bai shouted, "If you're going to fight her, this blade would be better."
Mei turned at the sound and looked toward Zhao Bai.
A slender katana gleaming with lightning tore through the night and shot straight toward her.
Mei instinctively reached out and caught the blade.
It was a holy weapon, its elegant pale white adorned with sacred golden light and underlaid with black. The hilt bore the distinct shape of a cross.
The sword was not as light and nimble as it looked. On the contrary, it was extremely heavy.
Zhao Bai watched Mei with great satisfaction. She adapted to the weight of the Third Sacred Relic at astonishing speed and threw herself back into trading blows with the scythe. For the time being, he did not need to worry about her.
Zhao Bai continued looking straight ahead.
When high-ranking zombies discovered an enemy they could not defeat, they released a certain pheromone.
To ordinary zombies, it was the horn of war.
Deep in the darkness came low growls. Seven minutes had passed, and the entire city had fallen silent. No ordinary people were still wandering outside.
But that was not enough. Zhao Bai needed a more definite signal.
At last, every lighting fixture in the city lit up at once. Zhao Bai narrowed his eyes slightly and caught sight of the army of black shadows moving through the sea of light.
Their numbers genuinely startled him.
In Changkong City, every streetlamp on every road shone brightly.
This was the signal Theresa had arranged.
Zhao Bai planted his feet and gripped his blade.
Scythe-wielding zombies charged at him in groups. Their scythes were irregularly shaped, like metal that had melted and then solidified again. Naturally, they could not compare to Zhao Bai's many kitchen tools.
"Myriad