The whole place was stagnant.
Just three seconds ago, when he had killed the last second-order mutant, two subtle traces of strong super-sense, or mental perception, wanted to surround him.
Like turbid sewage.
Unknown variant!
Although he didn't know how these two monsters could bear to take action now, Lin An didn't want to find out.
All he knew was that they were two breaths, but they merged into one in an instant.
From an angle that no one can see, the thick corpse mud on the soles of the feet is gathering rapidly.
It seems as if it is gestating and reshaping something.
Therefore, Lin Ancai shouted angrily just now and signaled everyone not to get close.
The sudden change!
The mutants that were fused together seemed to be aware that their whereabouts had been exposed.
There was almost no pause, and pools of blood quickly gathered at Lin An's feet, forming a wave out of thin air.
His figure retreated sharply, his eyes serious.
Lin An casually struck out the divine thorn, but found that it had no effect.
Meat paste, broken bones, ashes.
The corpses of zombies on the battlefield are not wasted at all, they are mixed together like being thrown into a blender.
Flatland tornado, corpse storm.
The roaring zombies were swept away by the strong wind, waving their hands and feet randomly and being sucked into it.
The neck was sunk into the chest due to the high-speed rotation, and the hands and feet were compressed.
It's like building blocks.
Almost instantly, a large number of zombies were swept into the corpse storm and crushed together.
The transformation speed is extremely fast.
As everyone stared blankly, the storm of corpses suddenly shrank inward and condensed.
The strong wind disappeared.
Waves of coercion spread out, causing everyone to hold their breath.
What's this?!
"WENG--!!"
A soul-shaking roar.
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Chapter completed!