Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
The Mountain Zombie raised its head glancing at the thick clouds floating above its head. It took a deep breath, sucking the clouds with rolling thunder into its lungs.
The Mountain Zombie's chest gradually bloated. The air surrounding the creature became rarefied from the creature's single inhalation.
The falling rain somehow slowed down. The trees swaying in the inner city became still. The clouds suddenly dispersed, yet it was far from a good omen!
Mo Fan stood at the top of the golden barrier. When he sensed an overwhelming pressure lingering in the air, he subconsciously glanced down at the inner city.
The streets, buildings, alleyways of the inner city were crowded with people of various ages. However, everyone's gazes were full of helplessness after the suffering they had gone through. It felt like apart from the golden barrier that served as the last line of defense, there was nothing they could place their hope in!
