Looking down at the corpses beneath their feet, both Ye Fei and King of Blade were filled with rage.
"Damn monster!"
"Whether he's a zombie or a Demon Cultivator, he's doomed!"
"If I don't kill him, even in death, I would have no face to meet these villagers who died so miserably!"
Ye Fei, with a cold expression, walked ahead, holding a powerful flashlight in one hand and the Holy Sword Longquan in the other, always on guard for a sneak attack from the zombies lurking in the dark.
King of Blade was so angry his eyes were blood red, wishing he could grind the hidden zombie into dust and scatter its ashes.
However, what Ye Fei and King of Blade could never have anticipated was that at this very moment, above them, a pair of eyes filled with endless murderous intent were staring fixedly at their figures below.
"Ye Fei..."
"I never expected you to come here!"
"You deserve to die!"