In the blink of an eye, Shen Zhiting had appeared ten kilometers away. His face was even paler, and his dark eyes looked even more dangerous.
Even his sexy, thin, blood-red lips had lost all color, and his entire person was withering at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.
The moment he stepped out of the void, his body swayed, and he suddenly bent over. He supported himself with one hand on the ground and tried to stabilize himself. He felt a strong sense of dizziness.
The veins on the back of his hands were popping up bit by bit, showing the extreme uneasiness in his heart.
It was as if he was madly longing for something...
His dark eyes slowly lowered, showing nothing but absolute silence.
"Help! Don't leave me behind…"
A weak and helpless female voice rang in the street not far away.
"Honey! Honey, I beg you, don't leave me ..."
"Darn it, woman! Let go of me! The zombies are coming! Crap!"
"Ah, mommy!"
