C300 It's Just a Vase

The zombie and Zhuang Chen's eyes met, and a spark could be seen crackling in the air.

The zombie keenly sensed the energy fluctuations coming from Zhuang Chen's body. The tip of his feet kept rubbing against the ground.

He was ready to charge at him.

Zhuang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, allowing the bloody breeze to blow against his face. The smile in his eyes was bitingly cold