The scenes that the zombies saw flashed through his mind.
There were just too many endless zombies, and he tirelessly kept changing them one after another.
They were searching for the zombie king who commanded the zombies, or perhaps just one person.
Finally, Zhang Yiming was found.
A short man wearing a Sun Wukong mask was sitting leisurely on a motorcycle, with a high-level zombie standing beside him.
Zhang Yiming's perspective is that of this high-level zombie.
Zhang Yiming narrowed his eyes, and the high-level zombie instantly moved, charging towards the man wearing the Sun Wukong mask without hesitation.
The man slowly turned his face, showing no reaction whatsoever to the zombies rushing towards him.
"You are very capable, but unfortunately, you are not close to being a god."
A seductive voice rang out, and the man wearing the Sun Wukong mask suddenly moved.
His movements were swift, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.
A pair of hands, white as jade, pierced straight into the zombie's temple.
The zombie's狰狞 face froze for a moment, then it fell straight backward.
The white, jade-like fingers were slowly pulled out of the zombie's brain, forming a fist.
Black blood flowed from his fist as he slowly opened his fingers in the sunlight.
A dazzling crystal core shimmered under the sunlight, emitting a faint blue glow.
The masked man casually tossed the crystal core on the ground and took out a clean white handkerchief to slowly wipe his fingers, which were covered in black blood.
The pristine white handkerchief was instantly stained black and carelessly tossed on the ground by the man.
Following the last image transmitted by the zombie, Zhang Yiming saw a red and alluring mole on its chin.
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