The speed at which the woman lost control far exceeded Tang Xiaoquan's imagination. He didn't even have time to open his mouth before she had already dashed out of the defensive circle, running for her life.
The Zombie Dogs scattered, their bodies crouching low, with powerful front paws clawing at the ground.
Stirred and attracted by the woman's screams, the Corpse Dogs did not foolishly advance towards the same spot this time but instead sought out their own targets, ready to strike.
Seeing the formation of the Corpse Dogs, sweat on Tang Xiaoquan's forehead dripped down like a waterfall, a helpless despair surging and spreading within his heart.
Undoubtedly, if earlier they could rely on a circular defense to block and intercept the Corpse Dogs, now it truly matched the old saying, "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."
