Sacred Fire
Editor: Henyee Translations
Qiao Mu turned around to hit a zombie that had pounced on her on the head.
Suddenly, her eyes swept toward mid-air. "Be careful."
"Huff." A stalwart figure suddenly popped out from thin air. Additionally, its facial features had already decayed completely, so it was impossible to see the ugly zombie's true appearance.
Most importantly, like a level-seven mystic cultivator and above, he was hovering in mid-air. He could even fly for a short period of time.
Everyone stared at this zombie with a change in expression.
After releasing a shout, it swooped down from the sky and caught a short mystic cultivator from Rice City in its iron claws. It then flew toward the sky again while holding on to the person, who was crying for help nonstop.
Soon, its missing limbs dropped from mid-air. The normal people shrunk their necks and hugged their heads as they screeched in horror.