Holding the iron knife in his hand, Prisoner Snake strode forward and charged at the swaying zombie in front of him!
"Brother Snake! Don't go over there!"
"Be careful!"
Seeing Prisoner Snake's actions, the players who had retreated with their wooden bows shouted one after another.
Prisoner Snake turned a deaf ear to them.
He was very confident and raised his iron knife to slash at the zombie's neck.
He thought that this slash was perfect!
He had grasped the angle and strength perfectly!
This slash had a chance to chop off the zombie's head!
"Crack!"
The confident Prisoner Snake's expression changed.
The large knife was actually stuck on the neck of the zombie.
Prisoner Snake was stunned.
The knife couldn't chop it off?
Was the iron knife a low-quality product?
"Chi! Chi Chi!"
