Oh no! The zombie monster has started to gain consciousness!
Tu Longjian's expression turned solemn. He quickly led Feng Tian and Fei Fei behind him. The zombie monster locked onto them and followed, its speed increasing.
Tu Longjian assessed the strength of the zombie monster in her mind. It was already at the Foundation Establishment Star Rank or above. If it were in a state of full spiritual energy, she would have a chance to challenge it beyond its level.
However, now that the low-level cultivator, whose spiritual energy was completely depleted, was carrying a mortal child, he had almost no power to resist!
"Xiao Tian, may I call Senior Feng?"
Tu Longjian was not one to be aggressive or competitive; if he couldn't win, he would immediately call his parents.
Feng Tianhe seemed to be awakened and quickly took out a communication jade token, but the result disappointed Tu Longjian.
"No, the message from the jade tablet can't be sent out!"
It seems that this zombie monster has created a barrier around this village, and one cannot leave without defeating it.
"I'll draw their fire, you go hide over there," Tu Longjian coldly ordered, and immediately rushed off to the other side.
She played the [Wenqing Huxin Flute], deliberately making the melody extremely strange, successfully attracting the attention of the zombie monster.
Tu Longjian transformed his figure into a blurry, snow-white silhouette, blending seamlessly with the ice mound and the boundless snow.
Her nimble figure darted among the ice mounds, leaving only a few afterimages, and she quickly hid beside the corpse monster.
Now! Tu Longjian seized the opportunity and plunged his razor-sharp dagger into the chest of the bewildered zombie.
Contrary to expectations, the dagger pierced through without any resistance, moving in with extreme smoothness. The black aura surged up the dagger like a snake, uncontrollably flowing into Tu Longjian's body.
The zombie suddenly collapsed, raising a cloud of dust, its lips seemingly curling into a smile, as if it had given in willingly.
A solemn rule is inscribed in its boiling fluids.
To die at the hands of demon soldiers is the glory of a demon.
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