Bai Li tapped its chest.
The force of the impact launched it across the underpass.
It hit a pillar with enough power to crack the concrete.
Yan Cijin stared.
"Still ugly?"
"Now flatter."
The underpass erupted into chaos.
Zombies came from every direction.
The two women stood back to back.
Yan Cijin's blade moved continuously.
Bai Li's spiritual force expanded around them.
They did not need to discuss where to move.
One would leave a gap.
The other would fill it.
One would attack high.
The other would strike low.
The coordination looked practiced, but neither of them remembered ever formally practicing it together.
Perhaps they simply understood each other.
When the last zombie fell, rainwater ran along the bloodstained concrete.
Yan Cijin lowered her blade.
Bai Li looked at her.
"You are improving."
Yan Cijin raised an eyebrow.
"That sounded suspiciously like praise."
"It was an observation."
"You stole my line."
"I liked it."
Yan Cijin smiled.
