On the street, Wu Yiran ran frantically with the crowd, gasping wildly. Even though her lungs felt as if they were about to catch fire, she did not dare slow down in the slightest.
She was utterly bewildered. What on earth had happened to this world? She had merely gone shopping with her best friend, only to encounter terrifying monsters killing people.
If her best friend had not reacted quickly and dragged her away, she might already have been dead, just like the owner of that clothing store...
But before a monster like that, could she really escape?!
When Zheng Yimeng saw Zhao Cheng emerge safely from the shop with a sword on his back, she finally drew a harsh breath. In that brief span just now, she had been terrified—terrified that Zhao Cheng would die inside the store. Fortunately, what she had feared had not happened.
Still, she did not know whether it was an illusion, but she kept feeling that Zhao Cheng was somehow different now.
Buzz!
Zhao Cheng stepped forward and swung his sword. Zheng Yimeng did not know if she was seeing things, but she actually saw a flash of sword light.
At that moment, the monster that had thoroughly pinned down the long-haired woman keenly sensed the movement behind it. It swung both arms, and a fierce chopping strike sent the woman flying back.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, it abandoned the woman. Its entire waist twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, turning from facing away from Zhao Cheng to facing him directly. Its twin blades danced, tearing through the air with ease.
Yet Zhao Cheng, someone who had barely even touched a sword before, held a sword in hand and entered the legendary state of Flow State.
He did not need to watch