In the fortress corridor, Wang Qitian stood with his arms crossed, looking down at the other with a mocking gaze.
"Hey, which rock did you crawl out from under?"
Even though he hadn't wandered through the apocalypse, he knew most zombies had been cleared out by Uncle Lin. Some intelligent zombies wouldn't dare to run into Uncle Lin; just hearing his name sent them fleeing overnight.
The zombie before him wasn't even a Creator, yet it was so arrogant to come here to make trouble that it wouldn't even know how it died.
The high-level zombie was infuriated, with a murderous intent flickering in its gray-white eyes.
Wang Qitian was a hybrid of zombies and humans, considered a zombie but also human. His aura was deeply concealed, even high-level zombies couldn't sense it.
"Blood and flesh, once I break open this useless gate, I'll tear your flesh to pieces."
