A Hunting Guide to the Doomsday Jianghu

Feng Xixi: I'm just a frail woman. I can't fight!

The heroes of the martial world: Goddess, don't think we're so stupid we can be fooled. We saw you poke a master to death with one finger.

Feng Xixi: It was a formation! A formation!

A hundred years after a certain big shot passed away, he left these final words: Don't provoke Feng Xixi, who turns dark for a few days every month...

What happens when martial arts meet zombies from the apocalypse, and a lost ancient civilization encounters modern technology?

Steam engines, firearms? Or magic arrays?

(Summoning Feng Xixi to perform a talent for all you esteemed readers! Feng Xixi: Two tigers, two mice, can't run very fast...)