Even more terrifying is that the zombies are constantly mutating.
With each mutation, their strength doubles.
American martial arts federation leader Ghosn, along with Jones and others, have returned from ancient Egypt.
At this moment, they were in a high-tech, enclosed room.
The surrounding walls and the ground were all illuminated by the lights, making them appear dazzlingly white.
In the air above the sealed room, there is a mysterious time-space passage.
This is the only entrance to the United States' sacred domain.
They summoned Lauki through this passage before.
Ghosn and Jones, along with a group of other high-ranking U.S. officials, were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the group, their faces beaming with joy and anticipation.
By killing Ye Feng this time, they provided powerful nourishment to the Divine Realm, and they have made a great contribution.
They are currently awaiting the rewards from the divine realm.
Ghosn stood with his arms crossed, wearing a sharp striped suit, his eyes gleaming behind his glasses.
"I hope the divine realm can help us clear those horrible zombies off the ground as soon as possible and restore social order."
Otherwise, if this continues, the United States will be finished.
Being the newly appointed Foreign Minister is no easy task for him; he is constantly being criticized by the Chinese people and is under immense pressure.
Dr. Jones reached up and pushed up his glasses, took a sip of red wine from his wine glass, and said.
"I do hope that the gods can grant me the perfect gene serum."
His current genetically modified zombie human project has encountered a bottleneck.
Beside him stood a burly man with stiff, short silver hair, sharp eyes, and eerie, diamond-shaped vertical pupils, making him appear very powerful.
This was a powerful member of the lizard race named Sohanmu. He extended his long, sharp tongue, caught a fist-sized mosquito flying past him, and swallowed it, saying...
"Our lizardman army has already begun its work to help you clear the zombies off the ground. We believe we will be able to sweep them away soon."
Dr. Jones shrugged and added.
"Make sure to leave me some powerful test subjects."
His genetically modified zombie human project still requires a large number of zombies.
Of course, these zombies must be kept in cages.
Suddenly.
A ripple came from the mysterious spacetime tunnel.
Gradually, the fluctuations grew stronger, and it seemed as if someone was about to emerge from the depths of the dark spacetime tunnel...
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