This was the most expensive cigar he had ever bought, and also the most fragrant cigar he had ever smoked in his life.
Survived.
...
At the edge of the Zombie Basin, an endless, black throng of the Corpse Tide was rushing towards the small hill in front, while in front of the Corpse Tide were dozens of trains frantically fleeing, with blue tail flames spewing from the sides of the carriages as if they cost nothing.
And in such an environment.
A train was going against the flow, not fleeing, but accelerating towards the Corpse Tide!
This train was the Constant Star Train.
"..."
Chen Mang sat in the train compartment, looking at the sea of black Corpse Tide a few hundred meters away, with a calm expression as he pressed the button on the control panel.
The next moment—
