How About I Kill You, Okay?

With how the sacred fire swallowed everything in its tracks, it truly was tremendously powerful.

At present, the entire plaza was completely engulfed in sacred fire. Let alone the melting eaves and walls, even those squalling zombies were unable to flee from the sacred fire.

"Rawr, rawr, rawr!!" A flying-type zombie flew out from the exit in chagrin. Inside their decaying eye sockets were a pair of small, sinister eyes that were glued to Mo Lian.

"It's my time to shine now." Pushing him aside, Duan Yue rolled up his sleeves and arched his head while beckoning at that zombie with his finger. "Come! You ugly son of a b*tch, your Grandpa Duan Yue will make sure that you won't be going back today!"

"Rawr!!" The flying-type zombie abruptly dived down with a roar, reaching for Duan Yue with its claws like how it did with that short mystic cultivator.