章 1301: Priorities

A heavy force abruptly towed it downward.

*Thrash, thrash, thrash, thrash…* Our dear Qingluan furiously steadied itself as it flew over the heads of the yabbering zombies.

"There's something weird about this place, Masta. I can't fly high."

"That's fine, set me down at the round base."

"Qiaoqiao." When Mo Lian saw this little fellow heading for the sculpture, he flew up anxiously.

However, not a second had passed before he also sensed his body sinking and getting pulled down by gravity.

Duan Yue slaughtered a zombie that was pouncing at Mo Lian before yelling at the latter, "Go keep watch over her. I'll stop them here."

Mo Lian nodded, flitting toward the round base without saying anything more.

However, gravity made it so that his feet were practically flitting above the zombies' heads. For that reason, the zombie's decaying hands were able to tear the corners of his robe.