Lingyun kept his word.
He lifted his hand and continued to fire until the pile of the dead zombies inside the entrance became thick enough to slow down anything trying to climb over it.
The focused flames were getting easier to control now that he understood how little power he actually needed to use to get the results that he wanted.
A shot through the eye, mouth, or temple was enough to stop a zombie without reducing the entire body to ash, and every corpse left behind made the next one work harder to reach the gate.
His wrist hurt, but it was not worth complaining about. They had already wasted too much time standing outside the store while the sun disappeared, and Lingyun had no intention of adding God only knew how many hours to their trip because his arm had started aching and they were forced to find someplace else to sleep.
