(Lirean Province- Capitol City)
(Inner District- St. John's Private School)
A faint cloud of white smoke hung in the air as a handsome scarred man inhaled deeply and then exhaled.
He rubbed his fingers against the lit cigarette in his hand before tossing it on the ground with callous indifference.
Wu Jing could smell the blood in the air and rotting scent of meat.
This was the hideout of a mutated zombie, and it was clear that the monster was nearby. His instincts could sense that the creature was inside.
The former soldier grinned slowly as he looked up at the sky and saw large fluffy clouds moving slowly across the heavens.
The power inside his body was getting stronger by the day. With every zombie core that he absorbed, Wu Jing could feel his confidence grow.
The lightning that flowed through his fingertips was now easier to control and the sheer amount of destruction that he could cause was equivalent to a bomb exploding.
