A carpet of smoke has formed from the explosion as everyone was still reeling in awe of that violence. There should have been more than nine hundred zombies that were affected by that explosion. Some were only badly mutilated while some unfortunate ones had every part minced and mangled. There were even some who still had their heads but were no longer capable of movement since all of their limbs were either completely destroyed or mangled by that explosion, no longer posing any threat.
Duan Ming`s face was plastered very closely to the glass window, disbelief in his expression.
"Impossible! Impossible! How did he do it?! I don’t believe it!"
"Vomiting—"
Suddenly, he vomited a mouthful of extremely thick dark blood, spraying all over the windows and the floor.
"Ah!"
Duan Ming retreated in fear as he stumbled on the ground. He tried very hard to stand back up. Dark blood! He vomited dark blood!
