You Were Overthinking It

After stepping into the church grounds, Zhang Yong received the warning that they could not leave almost at the same time.

He let out a bitter laugh and couldn't help exchanging a glance with Fiona.

From now on, their lives were completely tied to Lin An's.

They were gambling with their lives, after all.

"What... are these?"

After suppressing his useless emotions, the group stared solemnly at Lin An amid the crowd.

The phantoms were insubstantial, while the dead villagers moved about mechanically.

Every so often, someone passed through Lin An's body as if he were air.

They observed the scene as they approached.

After Zhang Yong nervously greeted him, he noticed that Lin An seemed to be thinking about something and said no more.

He was already used to it.

Everyone hurried over and gathered together. Meanwhile, the Awakened from the Latin America War Zone began whispering among themselves about Lin An.

"That mask... and the sword on his back? Why does his equipment look so much like a Mental Type's?"

"Judging from his build, he doesn't look like a Strength Type... He seems more like an Agility-based or a caster..."

After observing them from up close, the people with Mohawk braids grew deeply puzzled.

Everyone was concerned about Lin An's Combat Power. After all, it would more or less determine whether they could survive.

There wasn't much time left on the countdown.

The thick, oppressive sky reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"These are..."

Phantom fingers.

"Are they the residents who appeared on the day of the church's Judgment?"

Standing beside Lin An, Fiona extended a hand curiously and passed it through a priest holding a Parchment Book.

There was no reaction.

The phantom seemed to exist in another space. The dead residents could not