Rely on composure in good times, cold-bloodedness in adversity, and a jester in desperate straits

Boom!

Boom!

After being blasted backward three times in a row and scraping the zombie three times with Lone Star Chasing Moon, Coldblood was feeling somewhat shut down. His Primordial Spirit energy was exhausted, so he quietly logged off and switched to Steady.

Xiang Yuan felt awful all over. He had always thought his aloof side was invincible in battle—who would have thought this bastard would just lower his head and charge in recklessly, killing, killing, killing all day without even looking at the situation in front of him?

Is Heaven trying to destroy me?

Seeing the zombie pounce again, Xiang Yuan disregarded the consequences and renewed the interrupted Everlasting Killing Intent. Wielding the Tiger Roar Saber, he rode the wind and dodged.

He could only dodge a little, barely avoiding the zombie's straightforward attacks. There was simply no time to flee out of the burial chamber.

He knew perfectly well that outside the chamber lay a narrow stone passage some ten paces long. If he fled there, the zombie would hold an even greater advantage in the terrain. With no room left to maneuver, the zombie could kill him ten times over.

But continuing to evade was no solution either. Sooner or later, his blood energy would run dry.

Faced with such a thorny situation, even Steady could not help panicking a little. He warned himself not to throw his own formation into disarray, then gritted his teeth and unleashed his strongest killing move, Lone Star Chasing Moon.

Coldblood had already proven that Lone Star Chasing Moon plus the Tiger Roar Saber's sharpness could not break through the zombie's defenses. At best, it could scrape away at it; anything more was impossible.

Yet this was Xiang Yuan's only move capable of contending with the zombie. Meeting force with force