Chapter 107 Zombie Swordsmanship, No One Can Stop

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The next morning, amidst faint white fog, several zombies were slowly approaching the Peace Theatre.

Their expressions were distorted, their blood-red eyes wide open, and their dirty clothes clung tightly to their bodies, stained with mud and blood.

The movements of these zombies were not fast, and from time to time, they stretched their necks vigorously as if searching for something.

"Ow…"

Suddenly, the zombie at the front let out a low roar from its throat, its legs forcefully propelled it directly towards the main entrance of the Peace Theatre.

The other zombies also started sprinting, their figures rapidly approaching the Peace Theatre.

However, just as the first zombie stepped on the staircase, the main door of the theatre was violently pushed open, and a nimble figure darted out, with a sudden flash of cold light.