"You really don't know when to stop until you're forced to drink a forfeit... Try running your mouth again, see what happens!"
Mikazaki cracked his neck and with a menacing smile, slowly walked towards Ling Mo.
After overpowering the "squad leader" and knocking him down, Mikazaki's gaze turned indifferent, looking down on Ling Mo as if he were an insignificant ant.
With such heavy injuries, it was impossible for him to get up again; now, he could do whatever he wanted next...
"That was quite a ruthless hit..."
Ling Mo coldly stared at Mikazaki, who was approaching him, while he checked the condition of this avatar.
The internal organs were shattered, but not fatal. The left arm was completely useless, unable to move at all.
But the injury to the body immediately stimulated the virus within.
The sensation of the wounds slowly healing gave Ling Mo a deeper understanding of the zombies' characteristics.
