Those beasts that had been transformed into zombies seemed to have regained their fear of fire in the face of this sea of fire.
They rushed around in panic in the sea of fire, running around aimlessly.
The roars of terror and the groans of pain intertwined together, forming a tragic picture unique to the end of the world.
Tang Jingye's Taotie armor has been redesigned.
Today, it is more than three times larger than before, towering like a moving fortress.
Every time Tang Jingye's fist broke through the air, every time he took a step, that was the end of the zombies.
However, he still seemed unsatisfied.
After clearing out the zombies around him, Tang Jingye jumped out of the armor lightly and firmly grasped the special handle between the legs of the armor with one hand.
With a mechanical clicking sound, the scales on the armor seemed to come alive and began to move and reorganize in an orderly manner.
In the blink of an eye, a forty-meter-long sword was in Tang Jingye's hand.
The blade was cold and gleaming with a chilling light, as if it could cut through all obstacles.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cruel smile, and then a loud shout erupted from his mouth.
"Ba Dao, meat grinder!
As he gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands, his body spun rapidly like a top.
The speed of rotation was getting faster and faster, as if it had really turned into a ruthless meat grinder, grinding all obstacles in its way into powder.
Zhao Huaian, who was standing on the wall and observing the battlefield with a telescope, was extremely envious.
Then, he turned to look at Mr. Mo.
"Mr. Mo, can you also arrange for me to have the same armor as Brother Tang?"
Mo Lao said with a crooked mouth.
"Zhao Huaian, what Brother Tang used was a small move, but what you used is like a big move."
"I heard that your stamina isn't very good, and you're often exhausted by Brother Tang?"
"After being turned around, I feel exhausted."
"Fuck you, Old Man Mo! Who on earth spread rumors about me? What a beast!"
Old Mo ignored him and turned his gaze to his beloved granddaughter.
At this moment, Mo Zicen was wearing shining armor, like a god of war walking out of ancient legends.
She tightly grasped the Sky-Splitting Spear in one hand, the tip of the spear flashing with a sharp light, as if it could tear apart all obstacles; with the other hand, she gently held up the Palm Thunder, the power of thunder leaping in her palm, ready to tear apart the sky at any time.
Under the siege of the zombie horde, Mo Zicen was like a flash of lightning, opening up a bloody path through the zombie horde with the force of thunder.
After gaining the ability to draw with paper, her movements became smoother and more precise.
Every swing of the gun, every dodge, reveals a subtle realm like that in a novel.
The swarm of zombies in front of her was like fragile paper, collapsing at the slightest touch.
Mo Zicen has integrated into the battlefield and become the master of it.
Although Zheng Gan was not as dazzling and explosive as the others, he became the most attractive focus.
At this time, Zheng Gan was holding the Infinite Vacuum Blade and hovering above the zombies' heads. Every time he swung it, it was like a breeze sweeping away fallen leaves, clearing out the zombies in front of him in large numbers.
His movements were graceful and deliberate, as if he were strolling in a garden rather than fighting on a battlefield.
Just ask, who wouldn't be fascinated by this kind of effortless gesture that can turn zombies into ashes in the blink of an eye?
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