Yue Zhong stared at the depraved locals with a chilly light in his eyes. In this apocalypse, he had seen all sorts of depravity and inhumanity, but this was something else.
His killing intent billowed, and he shot towards one of the militants, reaching out for the militant’s throat with his hands and twisting it forcefully, instantly crushing the windpipe of the unfortunate militant.
When his throat got crushed, he didn’t die instantly, instead, his eyes widened in agony, as though they were about to pop out. His hands clutched at his throat, and he started to flail around like a fish out of water for a few moments before dying.
While that was happening, before the other 3 even had the chance to react, Yue Zhong had already crushed the their throats as well.
They also died miserably.
