Chapter 2249


    The most loyal follower of the masked man, Zamian, was sent into a rage after hearing those


    words. His head snapped over, ring furiously at the disciples from the Thousand Leaves


    Pavillion.


    "What does Graham even amount to? How could you even talk about him in the same sentence as


    our senior? The only reason the timing was close is just that he isn''t in a hurry to kill those zombies.


    No matter what, he enjoys observing the situation! He wasted some time on that, which is how


    Graham managed to catch up!"


    Those words felt a bit like an incredibly forced exnation. Yet, Zamian seemed incredibly earnest


    as he said them. It was as if he would kill anyone who dared to retort.


    The disciples from the third-grade ns were naturally too afraid to get involved at that moment.


    However, the Thousand Leaves Pavilion was a fourthgrade n, equal to the Corpse Pavilion in


    every way. Naturally, they refused to acknowledge Zamian''s insults.


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    "Can you just listen to your own words?! Don''t you think it''s a joke? The disciples of the Corpse


    Pavilion aren''t all that strong, but their ability to spout nonsense is on another level! You haven''t


    even seen how your senior is fighting, but you talk as if you''re


    looking at him!


    "You dared to blindly im that your senior likes to waste time observing the situation? Is this the


    proper asion to waste time? Observing the situation needs the proper ce for it. Being


    surrounded by so many zombies, is he waiting for his true energy to deplete and for himself to be


    injured by not clearing them up quickly?"


    Those words were reasonable. The other disciples from the Thousands Leaves Pavilion


    immediately voiced their support. The two ns that did not have any conflict with one another were


    suddenly stuck in a tense rtionship. If they were not restricted by their isted spaces, they


    might have started a fight. Bloodshed would have been unavoidable.


    Griffin and the others did not pay too much attention to the quarrel between the two pavilions.


    Instead, he was fixated on Fane''s spot.


    The spot waspletely quiet. No one had been sent out. Griffin could not help but say, "How is


    this guy not thrown out yet?"


    With a sh, a zombie''s ws reached out for Fane''s arm. The sharp ws ripped his shirt, almost


    prating Fane''s skin.


    "Strange, how strange! I can clearly feel...the flow of energy! I just need a little bit of time to figure


    this out!" Fane had a ck sword in hand as he constantly shed at the horde of zombies.


    There were already twenty-five zombies on the ground. That was the result Fane had gotten while


    deliberately slowing down his attacks.


    Fane did not do it for no reason, nor was he nning on slowly getting rid of those zombies. It was


    just that he could clearly feel the energy flowing out of the corpses before they were absorbed by


    something, heading somewhere else.


    Before, on the Divine Void Slope, they had fought the second Divine warrior. The Divine warrior had


    split into two, and after killing the first one, the dead Divine warrior would form into purple energy


    that would flow into the other Divine warrior.


    The transferring of energy in that manner was a natural phenomenon, and Fane would normally not


    care about it.


    However, Fane could clearly feel something amiss about the movements of the energies from the


    zombies. That was because Fane''s soul thirsted for power after feeling it.


    It was as if the energy that flowed out of the zombies was not energy, but food for Fane''s soul, and


    eating it would be very nutritious! That feeling was far too deep, so much so that Fane could not


    dismiss it.