"Bang!"
The dark shadow only flickered above Ling Mo's head before it flew back violently. Judging by the sound, it seemed to have crashed against the wall opposite the staircase.
Xia Na darted up from behind and asked, "Ling, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Ling Mo shook his head with a slightly grim expression. If not for his quick mental response, his head would've been gone just now. The speed of that shadow was unexpectedly fast. Moreover, it hid in such a way that not even Xia Na and the others noticed.
Fortunately, compared to its speed and stealth, its strength wasn't that great. Otherwise, Ling Mo's hasty defense might not have been able to deflect its ambush so smoothly.
This intense moment of crisis also served as a wake-up call for Ling Mo... Just because he was accompanied by zombies didn't mean he could ignore the threats they posed. He was actually quite similar to these zombies—seemingly powerful, but with very obvious weaknesses.
