Twenty-Three's gaze extended outward.
On the distant plain ahead.
A group of people was fleeing in blind panic.
"It's... Chilblain Pestilence!"
"Run!"
"Hurry!!"
The man at the front was clearly a Plague Exterminator, but in Zhou Zhi's eyes, he was contaminated with a great deal of Sickness Qi while maintaining an extremely peculiar balance. It was not symbiosis—it was more like it was being deliberately controlled.
Behind them was a group of snowmen.
Zhou Zhi looked closely.
Weren't these miniature versions of the [Frostbite] Pestilence snowmen that had fought Wen Liuchun a few months ago?
There were simply a lot of them, making them seem strangely comical.
But there was nothing funny about them in reality.
These snowmen were all Formal Grade, wielding sharp ice blades. On the snowfields, they were terrifying murderers.
"The evacuation from Vacuum hadn't been complete."
Twenty-Three spoke seriously. "Quite a few native residents of Vacuum never left. There were also some aberrants who hoped to be ruled by the so-called [Pestilence King]—and then there were those who hadn't managed to evacuate beyond the borders of the Vacuum Disease Nation."
After becoming a Disease Nation, Vacuum's entire frontier had been shrouded in dense pestilential fog. Even Chief Surgeon Grade Plague Exterminators would lose their way if they ventured into The Depths.
"We have to get back to the [Settlement] and find the leader!"
"We absolutely can't die here!"
The man at the front shouted fiercely, his pupils dilating as he used the Plague-Slaying Blade in his hand to sever a snowman's arm.
But...
The snowmen on the right instantly surged forward and pierced through his lower abdomen.
At the same time, his skin began to itch and swell as [Chilblains] gradually emerged.
He was clearly the strongest among the Plague Exterminators, yet he could only barely