After rushing swiftly for over ten minutes, the ancient zombie finally stopped. Casually tossing Chu Hao to the ground, the old man himself went 'wa wa wa' and spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood, each one instantly incinerating upon contact with the air.
Sitting with his legs crossed, he formed a strange spell with his hands and remained motionless.
Chu Hao tried to get up, but not an ounce of strength could he muster throughout his body. He knew the ancient zombie must have done something to him, otherwise, the zombie would not dare to carelessly leave him unattended.
How awful, am I really going to die here?
This ancient zombie said he would drain my blood dry... and it wasn't just talk!
What to do?
Thoughts raced in Chu Hao's mind like lightning, but it was like an ant facing a human, the difference in strength was just too vast; anything he did was futile!
