Luo Ming paused for a moment before continuing, "The place we're going to this time isn't actually the Second Camp..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain suddenly gripped his forehead, and at the same time, a very strong feeling emerged in Luo Ming's heart, as if saying another word could lead to his death on the spot. The young man before him, who appeared calm, suddenly transformed into a humanoid beast at that instant. The pressure emanating from his bright eyes was not much weaker than that of the Advanced Zombies Luo Ming had seen...
A few seconds later, Luo Ming's body suddenly shivered, and he came to his senses. However, his face had turned even paler, a cold sweat broke out on him, and his hands involuntarily clenched.
Ling Mo glanced at him with some surprise, then returned to his normal expression and asked calmly, "What do you mean by that?"
