Chapter-36

"Haha! This belongs to me!"

An agile exile was the first to arrive at the dead body of the Doomsday warrior who had been shot, and he picked up the grey spar that had fallen to the ground during the battle.

"You, let go!!! I am the rightful owner of it!!!"

However, just a few seconds after holding it in the palm of his hand, other exiles from behind chased after him as well, punched and kicked the first person, and then took the spar away from them.

Last but not least, the group that was supposed to work together in order to find bodies is now completely disorganized. Everyone is struggling to get into the fight and has begun to fight against the other participants in the arena.

Gray spar is comparable to an opened box of Pandora's box, in that it encourages people to kill one another...

Tickets to a better life are right at your fingertips, which causes everyone to forget that they are still in the dark street of the living dead, even if it is just on the edge of the street.

This block was immediately spread throughout the area by the screams and smells caused by the individuals slaughtering one another.

Alex reached behind him and quietly pulled out a dagger. He then looked icily at the chaotic scene in front of him to determine which "praying mantis" had taken the sparring match first and rushed out of the crowd. Xi Alex was a canary.

I had to squint in order to make out the faces of the roughly a dozen men who were the only ones left standing after a group of more than twenty people had fought over a stone.

Huh! !! !!

Everyone's argument was immediately overshadowed by a sound that everyone was already familiar with: a sharp growl that came from a certain corner at exactly this moment.

Everyone in the area heard this sound, and it was immediately obvious that another living corpse had been discovered!

However, their initial response was not to cooperate in the search for the second living corpse or to flee the scene.

Instead, there was a more intense scramble for the spar, with everyone wanting to seize the stone and flee before the living body appeared to attack itself.

The closer the roar got, the more damage was done to one of the skin's layers, but the dead body, which still had its legs and feet attached, emerged gradually from the dense fog that was in the street.

Everyone looked at it in shock, but their palms were still pressed firmly against each other, and they refused to let go of the fight, which was hilarious to watch.

Huh!

It's possible that the zombies will be kept under control if these exiles continue to fight each other without fearing for themselves. After receiving a relatively mild sting, they behave like a cheetah and begin to run very quickly on their limbs. In fact, they are able to run much faster than the previously immobile corpse. It's almost twice as fast as before!

The short distance of tens of metres caused it to slam into a refugee in what seemed like the blink of an eye. He then opened his huge mouth of fangs, which contained highly toxic saliva, and banged on the opponent's neck!

The creak sounded like someone was chewing on brittle bones while the flesh and bones were being moved. The living corpse ripped the exile's neck off a large piece of bone, which it then cheerfully chewed while making the crackling sound of bones.

But this unfortunate exile has only a thin layer of skin still connected to his head, his eyes were widening and his expression was unwilling to fall to the ground, and he completely went to "heaven."...

At long last, after witnessing this terrifying scene, the primal terror that had been dormant in the bones was reawakened!

One individual at last recalled the philosophy that "there is no room for nothing," which means there should be no fight—instead, they should simply turn around and flee.

Just as these individuals are getting close to reaching a secure area that is open to the sun.