The moon hung high in the sky, the sword light having long since dissipated.
The zombie had been utterly reduced to dust.
Lin Mu turned his head to look at the black-robed man, who was still staring in utter shock.
"If you have any other tricks up your sleeve, now would be the time to use them," he said, his tone calm as if he were discussing some insignificant trifle.
The black-robed man fell silent for a moment before speaking. "It seems you're really determined to fight me to the death."
Lin Mu neither confirmed nor denied it.
