Feeling the coldness coming from his ankle, Hu Xiaodong shivered.
Instinctively, he turned his body sideways and stomped angrily down on the black corpse hand.
Undoubtedly, this stomp concerned life and death, so you can imagine the force Hu Xiaodong exerted out of shock.
The skin on the surface of the corpse hand almost instantly sank inwards as if it had been run over by a heavily armored tank. If you listened closely, you could even hear the sound of bones cracking.
Faced with such a ferocious attack, if it were an ordinary person, even if you were lucky enough to escape the fate of bone fractures, it would be hard to endure the penetrating pain.
But are zombies ordinary people? Clearly not, these beasts don't even count as people.
So what are they? They are the messengers of hell, the spokespeople of death.
They do not have nor can they feel those so-called emotions like pain, fear, or pity, making them predestined to be called perfect killing machines.
