With a sharp crack, glass shattered and fell to the ground with a soft clink. In the dead of night, the sound was especially clear. A pair of frightened eyes peered through the broken window at the scene below: countless dark figures had gathered. They were all zombies.
The zombies flooded into the building, making it seem as if the whole structure might collapse at any moment.
A Young Man leaped through the broken window and crossed the entire street, landing on the roof of the building opposite. The distance was more than fifty meters. Clearly, he was no ordinary person.
The moment he landed on the rooftop, he met a pair of scarlet eyes. His pupils contracted, and his face turned deathly pale. He lost his grip and fell from the roof. Right behind him came a Corpse King, roaring viciously as it leaped after him and swiped at him with a claw.
The Young Man was terrified. He crashed to the ground with a loud thud. The Corpse King's claw came down, and he instinctively shut his eyes, already in despair.
After waiting a while without hearing anything, he slowly opened his eyes. Before him was a pair of long, snow-white legs. He looked up and saw a young woman dressed in dark red combat clothes, a dagger at her waist and a long sword in her hand. Most striking of all, a red moon was engraved on the sword's hilt—the emblem of the Red Moon Dynasty.
The Young Man was overjoyed. Someone from the Red Moon Dynasty had arrived.
Roar!
A furious growl came from a distance. The Corpse King that had chased the Young Man off the building roared in frustration. He looked over and saw that its arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and