In the tenth year of the zombie apocalypse, humans rely on supernatural powers to survive.
I, an "incompetent" loser, was abandoned by the team and publicly humiliated by my ex-girlfriend.
They don't know that I have just returned from the world of cultivating immortals.
The powers they treasured were vulgar in my eyes.
The zombies they hunt with fear are the moving "inferior spiritual stone mines" in my eyes!
When the flame superpower attacked with a ferocious smile, I condensed a water shield.
When the shelter giant offered power, I sneered: "This world is my dojo."
Starting from a zombie crystal core, I will personally pick up this broken fairy road in the doomsday!
