Looking closely, the zombie's arms, waist, and other parts of its body were all covered in disgusting spore growths.
"What on earth is going on?"
Just as he was puzzled,
the zombie also noticed Lin Fan. It growled low and lunged at him, with a viscous liquid spraying out of its mouth as it opened wide and growled.
Spurt.
Wielding Frostmourne, he cleaved the zombie in twain. The prompt was still that of a regular zombie, and not any special type.
Lin Fan continued forward, occasionally encountering similar zombies, each of which he split in half.
He saw zombies curled up at the entrance of the street stores, lying on the ground, emitting low growls from their throats, their bodies turned into spore growths, with only their ferocious heads exposed.
"Are all these spore growths created by zombies?"