Su Changxing swung his blade at a zombie rushing out of the hall, but the zombie suddenly dodged to the side, avoiding the attack.
"Hmm?"
He frowned and reversed his grip to deliver another strike, killing the zombie.
This felt very strange; zombies that seemed like puppets were suddenly learning to evade.
"Did that zombie just dodge?"
Huang Biao looked surprised, examining the dead zombie on the ground.
"Yes." Su Changxing thought for a moment before saying, "I've already noticed that these zombies are constantly being strengthened, and now it seems their intelligence is being enhanced too."
"No wonder it feels a lot harder to kill these zombies." Huang Biao cursed, "Damn it, how are we supposed to survive like this? Won't it be exhausting to kill even one zombie in ten days?"
In the bright hall, there were seven or eight zombies, which the two of them cleaned up in a few minutes before climbing over twenty floors up the stairs to reach the rooftop.
