The prosperous city was nowhere to be seen.

The bright roads, clean buildings, floating screens, and busy shops had all disappeared under smoke and screams. Cars were overturned in the middle of the street.

Some were burning. Some had crashed into buildings. Blood stained the pavement, while broken glass covered the road like rain.

Everywhere was chaos.

People ran in every direction. Guard shouted orders, but no one listened.

Everyone were busy saving their own life.

Rovan carried Beatrice on his back while running through the broken street.

His face was pale. His clothes were already soaked with sweat and blood.

They barely have time to rest before everything turned into this pandemonium

Beatrice’s wounded leg hung weakly at his side. Blood kept dripping from her calf, leaving a thin trail behind them.

One of her hands gripped his shoulder, while the other held her staff.

"I knew it! We should have stuck with them!" Rovan shouted.

Beatrice looked over his shoulder. "If you have time to complain, use that breath to run."

"I am carrying you while running!"

"And I told you to just left me alone!."

Rovan clicked his tongue, but he did not answer. After facing death together, he don’t want to see her die here.

He maybe a scum, but not bad enough to abandon someone that have his back.

A scream came from the road ahead.

A cultivator in city guard armor swung his sword at an infected man.

The blade shone with sharp qi.

CLANG!!

The sword hit the infected man’s neck, but only left a shallow cut.

The guard’s eyes widened. "What?"

The infected man did not use any technique. He just rushed forward.

His gray skin was filled with concentrated qi. It looked rough, like stone mixed with metal.

The guard tried to form another technique, but the infected already grabbed his arm.

Crunch!

The infected bit into his wrist.

"ARGHH!!"

The guard screamed and kicked the infected away. He staggered back, holding his wrist.

Gray veins spread from the bite wound. His qi became chaotic.

His nascent soul scream in pain as it start gettin asorbed to his dantian.

The sword light in his hand flickered, then disappeared. "No... no, wait..."

His eyes turned empty.

The guard beside him shouted, "Captain?"

The bitten guard slowly turned his head.

Then he come at him.

Rovan saw it and his face became uglier. "What kind of zombie is this?"

Zombie is not something new, but to infect cultivator like this even taking their nascent soul is something he never heard.

Beatrice’s grip tightened on his shoulder. "Don’t confront them."

"You think I was planning to?"

"Left!"

Rovan jumped left without thinking.

A huge infected cultivator crashed down where they had been.

BOOM!!

The road cracked. Rovan almost fell from the shock, but he forced his legs to keep moving.

The infected cultivator raised his head. His body was large, and his skin was covered in gray lines.

His mouth opened, showing teeth coated in black blood.

Rovan’s throat went dry. "That one looks worse."

"He is probably immortal or higher," Beatrice said.

"He still got infected?"

"Based on what I see so far, they are not safe. People that got infected use techniques anymore, the qi on their body seem to be transformed fueling their body and skin making them harden."

Rovan glanced back. "So he became invincible?"

"A invincible zombie that wants to bite you." Beatrice replied with sneer at his obvious question.

It’s not they are invinsible, but there’s now way they ould break trough their defense at their level.

Maybe if they’re at tiptoe condition they could try, but now that’s just suicide.

And even if they sueed it’s just one super zombie from million in this city.

"Very helpful."

The big infected rushed again.

Rovan turned into a side street. His feet stepped on blood and almost slipped. He hit the wall with his shoulder, but he did not stop.

Behind them, the infected crashed into the corner of the building.

BAM!!

The wall cracked, but the infected only shook his body and kept chasing.

Beatrice raised her staff.

A small ring of light appeared at the tip, but her face turned pale before the formation even completed.

Rovan felt her body tremble.

"Don’t force it."

"If I don’t, we die."

"There should be other way."

Beatrice ignored him and pointed the staff back.

"Bind."

Three pale rings shot out and wrapped around the infected’s legs.

The infected fell forward.

BAM!!

Its face slammed into the ground.

Rovan’s eyes lit up for a moment.

Then the rings cracked.

Crack. Crack.

The infected tore through them with raw strength and started standing again.

Beatrice’s lips tightened. "Dammit, this don’t work."

Rovan ran faster. "Then do something that works!"

"I would if I still had qi!"

"Don’t you have any other tools!?"

Beatrice were speechelss if she have one, will she not use it?

She begin to wonder just what kind of brain Rovan have.

They rushed out of the side street and entered a wider road.

The situation there was worse.

A group of cultivators had formed a defense line in front of a public shelter. Around them were families, injured people, and children crying behind a temporary barrier.

The cultivators kept attacking the infected rushing from the other side.

Fire exploded. Lightning struck. Wind blades cut through the air.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The infected were blasted back again and again.

But they stood up again.

Some had burned skin. Some had broken arms. Some had holes in their stomachs.

As long as their heads were not destroyed, they kept moving.

A young cultivator shouted, "Aim for the head!"

He raised both hands and released a lightning spear.

The spear struck an infected woman in the forehead.

BANG!!

Her head snapped back. Half her face was burned black, but she still stepped forward.

The young cultivator froze.

"That didn’t kill her?"

The infected woman rushed through the next lightning spear and grabbed his robe.

Before anyone could help, she bit into his shoulder.

The young cultivator screamed.

The people behind the barrier panicked at once.

"Move back!"

"He got bitten!"

"Don’t let him inside!"