When the blood moon tore open the sky, 80% of humanity turned into zombies, and the survivors awakened powers from a Western system. Only Lin Ye received a lost Sword Immortal inheritance. The peachwood sword on his back trembled as it cut through the sky.
“You say people with superpowers are the future?”
Lin Ye rode the Dragon Abyss Sword over the tide of corpses. Wherever his sword light swept, tens of thousands of mutants fell like stalks of wheat. He turned and caught his younger sister as she fell from the school building. Clinging to his neck, she muttered, “Bro, the way you ride that sword makes you look like one of those plastic immortals from a cheap online deal.”
While every shelter fought over those who could control the elements, the seventy-second head of Mount Shu was making sweet-and-sour ribs for his little sister. As he watched the ravenous girl’s pupils suddenly glow gold, Lin Ye tightened his grip on the sword. This girl he had rescued from the horde seemed to be the greatest secret of the end times.
