C575 I Was the Best at the End of the World(8)

After the battle, corpses littered the ground. Shen Muzhi's body was still as clean as before. He stood in the middle of the battlefield. The silver sword was shining brightly under the sunlight. The blood seemed to have become its decoration, adding a few traces of ferocity to it.

A man and a sword, both imposing and imposing. After Su Zhiliu finished digging out the zombie nucleus