Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 393- Figure behind the zombies

The cold wind got thicker and thicker.

Ah Tao pulled his sleeves. He didn’t cultivate the Scorching Flame Technique like Ye Zhongming. He only had Soul Refining Technique, so his body wasn’t as strong as the other warriors. Along with his age, his cold resistance wasn’t too strong.

Ah Tao sighed when he looked at Miya, staring in the direction Ye Zhongming left.

He didn’t know whether he was right or not.

Ah Tao was the one who gave his blessings for Miya to sacrifice herself to Ye Zhongming.

If not, even if Miya had such thoughts, the Nu Pu protected by the race would be stopped. After all, nothing in the tribe could be hidden from this old man.

But now, he suspected his choice. If this guy didn’t return, then Miya…

Ah Tao shook his head. If Ye Zhongming didn’t return, maybe the tribe wouldn’t even exist once winter passes. Miya’s fate wouldn’t be different regardless.

“Go, kid, whether or not he returns is not under our control.”

Miya looked at her leader and said firmly, “He will return; he definitely will.”

Ye Zhongming turned his head and saw that the figure on the hill was gone. The last bit of unwillingness to leave was gone, and what replaced it was firmness.

Imperial City? Ye Zhongming laughed. Even if it was a dragon’s den, so what?

In the deep mountains, the biggest and most prosperous city in Posthumous People history welcomed an unwelcomed guest.

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The noise stunned the six people in battle. No matter who made the sound, it was unknown danger.

The few of them had to stop. Mo Ye signaled to the other two, then charged toward where the sound came from.

The outcome wouldn't be good if they fought two five-star and one four-star. For Cloud Peak, this accident was not only dangerous, it was also a chance.

A chance to flee!

Little Nine was stunned. He hesitated. After all, he was the commander and was used to thinking about the big picture. He would consider the dangers. When he faced the rustling forest, his instincts told him he shouldn’t enter.

But Wen Hon

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