It was a deep thirst as if his soul had smelled an alluring fragrance. This caused Fane to be curious with a deep desire to figure it out!
He let out a deep breath as seals formed on his left hand. As he held back the zombie onslaught, he condensed a Soul Sword on his left hand!
Even though he had killed off twenty-five zombies, it was still an incredibly small amount from the hundred and twenty of them. It had only alleviated the pressure mildly. Before, Fane retreated as he fought, and his skills were able to handle it.
Yet, now that he was gathering a Soul Sword as he fought, it got a bit more difficult. Seemingly sensing Fane's state at the moment, the waves of zombies suddenly rushed at him in a fervor.
Roar!
They let out an animalistic roar as those red eyes stared right at Fane's throat. They bared those sharp teeth as if planning on biting Fane with them.
In just a moment of distraction, fifty to sixty zombies had surrounded Fane. A group of them lunged over with their claws. The nails that were the length of half a finger were incredibly sharp, and they were coming at Fane from all directions!
Fane frowned. The aura of blood and decay had
captured him! The claws and teeth were already right in front of him. The surrounding zombies did not allow him any avenue of escape.
Even if Fane blocked with all his might, there was no way for him to completely retreat. The sharp sword in his hand had a limited range of attack, and there was no way for him to cover every angle.
The situation he was in was something no one would be able to deal with easily. Even the masked man would not be able to, but the masked man would not have allowed himself to be surrounded.
Being trapped like that was down to Fane's inexperience. His mind was racing as he condensed the Soul Sword, planning on a large-scale attack. The distraction was what caused him to be surrounded by the zombies! 1
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