"Who is he?"
"Who cares who he is? Anyone who kills our people must die!"
"Attack!"
Fang Zheng's actions did not frighten the villagers; instead, they aroused a murderous intent in their hearts, and several people roared and charged forward.
These villagers, tainted by Death Qi, were actually no longer alive.
They are half-dead!
Their vitality is frozen, allowing them to move even after having their throats slit or hearts pierced.
The explosion of Death Qi makes their physical bodies comparable to martial artists.
In addition, they feel no pain, disregard life and death, and outnumber their opponents, so regular caravans are certainly no match.
Even Jianghu experts would fall in this village.
"Swish!"
Fang Zheng lightly waved his sleeve, and a curved thunder light swept through the charging villagers.
Where the thunder light passed, their bodies stiffened, and the Death Qi within them was swept away by the Supreme Yang lightning.
