"Now all you need is to stop fighting, live well, and let things proceed as they will."
"Ha... stop fighting? That's easy to say, but is it doable?"
Qi Ling gripped the broken blade tightly, her iron-clad muscles trembled slightly, and the killing intent in her eyes could not be contained.
"If it weren't for you holding me back, I would've slashed him already. He's the same, let him go now, and see if he doesn't attack me."
The zombie remained silent, not complying.
Yin Lingfeng, having just regained some strength, showed his teeth and couldn't restrain his murderous intent.
He wanted to live, but he wanted even more to kill the other.
"If I can survive, I'm willing too."
Qi Ling changed her tune, regained some reason in her eyes, and started probing: "Since you've completely inherited the memory of some great power. You can be viewed as that power, please provide a concrete, viable method."
