God Prison

It was the dead man who was chasing after Niu Thirteen. He sniffed. He felt that there was another living being next to the person he was chasing.    

"Roar …"    

It let out a happy roar and chased after Niu Thirteen and the others.    

Niu Thirteen and Xing Xuan walked in the demonic energy for a long time, but they didn't meet any dead people. This was very strange for them.    

After walking for three hours, the earth rumbled, as if there were thousands of horses galloping across the land.    

"What happened?"    

The saber in Xing Xuan's hand was stabbed into the ground, supporting his body and preventing himself from falling.    

It was the same for Niu Thirteen. He could feel the rumbling of the earth and the smell of blood wafting towards them.    

"What a strong fishy smell!"    

Seven hours had already passed. They only had less than an hour left to seek refuge.    

And they were almost at the planned refuge, ahead of them, just a short walk away.    

"Roar …"    

A terrifying wave of roars rang out. Niu Thirteen and Xing Xuan could not help but cover their ears.    

"Hurry up!"    

The thirteenth brother roared. Without even turning his head around, he started running. As for Xing Xuan, he also started running for his life.    

In the demon aura behind them, one after another, rotted dead people appeared, rushing over like a swarm of ants.    

Along the way, those who had yet to hide in the shelter were drowned in the tide of the dead.    

Niu Thirteen and Xing Xuan were extremely frightened. They fled for their lives, and the screams of the army of the dead were right behind them.    

The army of the dead was not far from them. In this terrifying devil energy, everyone's line of sight was blocked.    

Niu Thirteen could only see that everything within ten meters of him was completely dark.    

Therefore, even if the dead came, he would not be able to see them. When the dead came into his line of sight, it was already very dangerous.    

Moreover, due to the devilish aura, their sense of direction had become particularly poor. If not for the map that they had memorized in their minds, they would not have been able to walk more than one kilometer.    

However, this was fatal for everyone. In the demonic energy, visibility was very low and many people had lost their way.    

When the dead approached them, they found that it was already too late. Many of them were like this, having been killed by the dead.    

The visibility was low, so it was very difficult to find a place to hide. Although there was enough time to memorize the map, who could clearly remember the environment within a few meters?    

Most of them relied on feeling, or luck, to find the nearest refuge.    

Some people were lucky enough to find a place of refuge. They could hide inside it, but the capacity of the place of refuge was limited.    

When the refuge area was full, those who came later could only find other places of refuge, but it was already difficult to find a place of refuge.    

If they went to seek shelter and faced the threat of death, many of them would feel despair.    

In the beginning, there weren't many dead people, but there were too many living people who were killed by the dead, and the number of living people who were killed also became many dead people.    

Dead people eat people, but dead people can't eat all the people they kill, and those who aren't eaten become new dead people.    

The dead were like snowballs, there were more and more of them.    

However, the living became fewer and fewer. When the army of dead was formed, the dead began to sweep through the hill of dead.    

Anyone who didn't find a place to hide would die if they encountered the army of the dead.