Fake Mo Zhicheng's slightly raised head lowered once more, a faint smile appearing on his face as he looked at the distant, stunned Qin Kun.
"Surprised, aren't you?"
Qin Kun's face was dark as water, saying nothing.
Fake Mo Zhicheng's gaze passed over Qin Kun, looking far into the distance at Gan Tang standing atop a building's roof.
"Forget about sneak attacks, they're useless. I don't trust the zombies in this Domain or the rules here.
I don't want to accidentally get tainted when I enter this place, capsize in some gutter without warning.
From the moment I entered here, I first fortified myself. Any poison, any harm—all is merely nonexistent illusion.
As long as I don't will it, I won't get hurt, won't die—that is the only reality."
He was surprised that, this time, a Flying Zombie appeared, but more than that, he was delighted—he just needed to witness the opponent attack once with his own eyes.
