The roaring flames burned fiercely, and in the corridor lit only by emergency lights, they seemed particularly blinding. At a high temperature exceeding eighteen hundred degrees, all the gasoline bottles were consumed before the zombie finally fell to the ground with a crash, motionless.
Tao Yu even made a point of separating and burning the zombie's head, not knowing whether it was the body or the head that was the fatal factor.
"Thankfully there's nothing much flammable in this corridor, otherwise we'd have a fire on our hands," he said.
Looking at the scorched black corridor and the billowing, pungent black smoke, Tao Yu, who had been constantly snacking, finally heaved a sigh of relief.
The Yuan Force was gathering!
Success!
In terms of physical traits alone, the zombie was much stronger than Cao Shaolin.
