He was not dead yet and struggled to get up.
But that instant of distraction had been enough.
In the distance, a scarlet point of light lit up among the bushes.
Bang.
A muffled shot rang out.
The bullet pierced between his brows, punched through his skull, and brought out a spray of blood.
Those iron-gray wings jerked twice, then went completely stiff.
KO.
Yang Yong clicked his tongue in wonder.
He had never expected to have truly found a treasure.
An eleven-year-old girl showed not the slightest discomfort when killing people. Her movements were clean and efficient, without a trace of hesitation.
This girl... was a natural at making her way through the apocalypse.
Yang Yong had never imagined things would end so quickly, either.
Apart from the man who had gone to negotiate with the Eerie, Long Ya had wiped out the entire squad by herself.
He had just been thinking that if Long Ya could not handle them, he would finish things off with the Heavenly Dragon Slash Flying Daggers. But in the end...
He had not even needed to act.
Just as Long Ya let out a slight sigh of relief...
"Aah...!"
A piercing scream suddenly came from up ahead.
The sound was heartrending, as though forcibly torn from the throat, carrying the shrillness a human could only produce in extreme pain and terror.
That was... the man who had gone to negotiate with the Eerie.
Had the talks broken down?
Yang Yong turned his attention ahead.
At the end of the road, black mist churned and gathered, completely obscuring the way forward.
Within the ink-thick mist, a hunched humanoid silhouette slowly emerged.
It was tall and gaunt, its entire body wrapped in tattered grayish-white strips of cloth.
Its skin was a lifeless bluish gray, covered