The Owner of the Severed Hand

It had only been four years since the day Fengli was first established. When Qin Feng was the mayor, and the time when the black market was still operating here, this place was bustling with people.

But after Qin Feng left, most residents of the Fengli colony had gone with him too. The once glorified colony was only an empty shell now. Its population had dropped sharply and did not recover much the past year.

As compared to the Chengbei colony, only the buildings here were newer. Its population and ability of aptitude users were nowhere near its glory days.

It was hard to imagine that such a calamity would befall the colony that had turned ordinary.

Above the Zimu Mountains, zombie armies were swarming through the horrifying spatial tunnel.

Decaying bodies, dark knights, flaming skeletons were appearing one after another.