"What kind of power is this? It can actually remove the power of self-destruction from afar!!!"
"Impossible. At least hundreds of thousands of zombies self-destructed. Even the three of us have to retreat from this power!"
"Damn it, why did this little bastard Yang Fusheng suddenly become so powerful!"
The explosion circle at the edge was flattened by a mysterious force.
Wang Meng, Liu Yong, and Zhao Yuan, the three great zombie kings, were on the verge of collapse.
"Run! Run! Run!"
"Concentrate, don't split up!"
"All zombie citizens, press forward. Charge! Block them for me!"
Wang Meng roared repeatedly.
Liu Yong and Zhao Yuan's faces were pale. They also sped up their escape silently.
This time, they had gone for wool and came home shorn.
Originally, they wanted to take advantage of Yang Tianyou and Jiang Chen's departure to obtain some benefits from the Wasteland of Death.
