"Ptooey!"
"Trash..."
Zhou Yi disdainfully looked at the zombies he had torn to pieces, holding a crystal from a Tyrant in his hand, stained with thick blood.
But he didn't care at all.
Tilting his head back, opening his mouth.
"Ah..."
He released his grip, and the crystal fell, dropping into his mouth.
...
"What a formidable guy."
Lin Fan marveled without reservation. Indeed, with such strength, this person had already surpassed 99% of the survivors. Ordinary zombies were like paper in front of him.
Even Tyrants were the same.
"Where is he going?"
Lin Fan could keenly sense the aura emanating from this person, which was that of a Mutant. He didn't immediately block the other's path but instead quietly, sneakily followed behind.
The current situation in the post-apocalyptic world was very clear.
For survivors still alive, the threat of zombies wasn't actually that dangerous anymore. Those who survived by now all had fixed shelters.
