Assassinate Hu Zhiyong
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
This time, the lightning attack clearly had a target. Without a doubt, it was under control.
As Wu Chengyue had taken a few lightning strikes, the pointless attack stopped. Although, the thunder could still be heard from the dark clouds in the sky.
The distance was long, but Lin Qiao could still sense that Mo Yan had restrained his vibe. It seemed that his mind was still clear, and that he was still able to control himself.
She slightly dropped her eyes and stood beside the others, as if she was nothing but pretty.
The zombies surrounding the base were under level-two. Not even one level-three could be found. Lin Qiao assumed that Mo Yan had hunted all higher-leveled zombies that he and his subordinates summoned, because she had sensed that all his subordinates were on the verge of breakthrough.
She wondered how much Mo Yan had improved himself, and if absorbing too many zombie nuclei had caused him to lose control.