Throat, Weakness!

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

A light as bright as the sun's brilliance shone down upon the gray inner city. The iciness and moisture were gone, the zombies scattered in the outer city had disappeared. Even the scariest Mountain Zombie was blasted a few kilometers away from the walls. The people were overwhelmed with astonishment and joy after the prolonged pressure was lifted!

God bless the Ancient Capital! Heaven had heard their prayer! Finally, someone capable had stepped forward to face the Mountain Zombie!

The flames on the ground rose into the air. The ocean of flames lasted for quite some time. Demon Mo Fan stood in the giant pit that he had created. The flames were circling him like countless wild phoenixes, forming a burning domain that even a Corpse General would not dare to step into. The domain covered at least a kilometer around him!