Zhu Yan and the mutated panda each occupied one side, comparable to cannon shots.
Where they passed, flesh flew everywhere.
Half an hour later.
All the zombies lay on the ground in a pitiful state, with black blood splattering everywhere.
The Yellow River's silt enveloped everything.
The black blood flowed into the Yellow River's water, but the water quality remained unchanged.
It was severely turbid, yet did not turn black.
This is the Yellow River, subconsciously, Bai Xiqin didn't want its surroundings to be filled with rotting corpses.
Bai Xiqin used her control power to gather the mutilated limbs into a pile, Bai Zhengxuan lit a fire to burn them.
The rotting corpses emitted black smoke, the smoke billowed and drifted toward the blue sky.
The sky embraced the little bit of smoke, remaining clear.
This black smoke compared to pre-apocalyptic industrial pollution was just a minor issue.
