He didn't even think; he just ran.
Damn it, what the hell, how could he have been spotted?
He tried to command the zombies to block its path, but how could the average zombies possibly catch up with the speed of the Evolutionary Zombies—they didn't even deserve to eat dust.
Wang Zixuan looked back, and his red eyes suddenly contracted. The figure was getting closer and closer—like a mad dog, the Evolutionary Zombie turned its limbs into afterimages, its crotch a long, tooth-filled maw that gaped open, ready to devour anything it caught up with.
His speed still paled in comparison to that of the Evolutionary Zombies.
The distance between them was closing rapidly.
The consequences of being caught up were unimaginable.
Take a turn, keep running—never run in a straight line.
Suddenly.
