More than seventy monsters were swaggering toward us.
Ghouls were the main force, with relatively fewer zombies.
"Roar!"
Zhao Hu lunged at them, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
He directly crushed two, then swung his steel tail, sweeping a group of ghouls to the ground.
Some were even shredded instantly.
The zombies and ghouls, not wanting to be outdone, clawed and bit at him.
However, to Zhao Hu, it felt like tickling.
His skin was thick, and the attacks of zombies and ghouls couldn't break his defense at all.
Wang Hao leaned against the car, watching this scene, and couldn't help but smirk.
He felt that the gap between superpower users and ordinary people wasn't that wide.
They were playing at hand-to-hand combat too!
These fewer than a hundred monsters could be dealt with quickly with a machine gun.
He might even be faster than Zhao Hu.
Upon reflection, it seemed that even if he went up himself, without using hot weapons, it would be pretty much the same.
