Lin Qiao crossed her arms before her chest as she stared at the male zombie. She had controlled her strength; otherwise, based on the distance between the two of them, the middle-aged male zombie would have been cut into pieces.
Sensing Lin Qiao's strength and attitude, the male zombie started to feel threatened again. Slowly, his sense of crisis suppressed the slight hope in his heart.
He took two steps backward with hesitation to move away from Lin Qiao while black and sticky blood flowed out of the wounds on his arm. As he wiped his arm with his hand, a layer of ice appeared on those wounds, freezing the black blood.
He stared at Lin Qiao, then suddenly charged at her again, even faster than before. He flashed across the air and showed up before her, along with a wave of cold air.
Lin Qiao sensed the cold air as the floor under her feet was frozen suddenly. Ice fixed her feet to the floor, disabling her from moving.
