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Chapter 60 Feng Yimo and the boys had slipped in with the others. Beneath a sky the color of leaden ash, Gu Wenmo and the others remained clustered at the window. Their gazes were locked on the gruesome spectacle outside – the massive Corpse King carcass lying in the snow, brutally hacked into several pieces. They stared for a long time, until the crushing weight of exhaustion finally began to outweigh the icy grip of fear in their hearts. “Go rest,” Ji Yanqing said, turning away from the window and heading back towards the main living area. Whatever monstrous threats this city held, they were simply too drained, too utterly spent, to contemplate running again. No one spoke. Numbed by the pervasive cold and bone-deep weariness, the group shuffled back into the living room, each finding a spot on the floor to collapse. Ji Yanqing settled into a corner, leaning his back against the wall, and set his axe down beside him. He was just about to close ...

Chapter 59 Lu Qing liked Ji Yanqing. And that displeased him. Feng Yimo’s figure was shrinking, about to become a mere black dot in the distance. The black beast tilted its head towards the sky, despair flooding its eyes. It had the sinking feeling they might never find the one called Ji Yanqing in this lifetime. “Hmm?” Ji Le glanced confusedly between Feng Yimo and the large black dog beside him. Ji An was equally baffled—why were they turning back? “Brother…” Ji Le sniffled, reaching out. Ji An quickly took his younger brother’s hand. The black beast cast a hopeless look towards Ji An and Ji Le. Seeing their diminutive, bean-sprout-like figures, it instantly abandoned any notion of help from them. Even if Ji An and Ji Le had awakened into Corpse Kings, they still seemed more like small human cubs. They had to crane their necks just to look up at Feng Yimo; the city itself must seem an overwhelming behemoth to them. Relying on those two was less practical than relying on itself...