"The ones I intend to kill can't be protected by them, and the ones I wish to save, they can't kill."
A sudden voice transmission echoed in the hearts of the unlucky bunch who had just been poisoned by corpse poison, and naturally, the reason for the voice transmission was out of consideration for the language barrier.
After all, Yi Chen could see right through the foundation of this unfortunate group at a glance. They were nothing but ordinary people, at most some of them had some basic knowledge of fists and kicks, having practiced a little Inner Qi.
Yi Chen's mouth curled into a grin; having just put on an imposing front, he extended his hand and immediately pulled a child, about seven or eight years of age, from the ranks of the walking corpses into his palm. Just as he was about to perform a miraculous reversal of fate and display his divine skills, suddenly a phrase startled Yi Chen so much that he removed his cloak.
