There are quite a few silhouettes moving on the city walls.
At first, Fang Zhou thought they were living people. But upon getting closer, he realized they were all living corpse soldiers.
These soldiers wore simple armor and helmets, but their flesh had long decayed and withered, with tattered flesh hanging from their bones.
They paced back and forth on the city walls, as if still carrying out their patrol duties from when they were alive.
Fang Zhou didn't rush in; he hid outside, planning to draw two Purple Cards first before making any moves.
This place was unexpectedly dangerous, and Fang Zhou wasn't sure if he could ensure his own safety with his current strength, especially since he was no match for that black dragon.
So, it was better to enhance his combat power a bit before taking action. Having the skills in hand calmed his nerves.
