Chapter 117: Sense of Crisis, Cultivation_3

However, before Gao Hua could get close, the zombie seemed to smell his scent and slowly turned its head. As soon as it saw Gao Hua, it quickly moved toward him.

Although these zombies had been drenched in corrosive acid rain and their bodies had become more rigid and slow-moving, they appeared even more ferocious and terrifying.

As he watched this hideous zombie approach step by step, Gao Hua took a deep breath and then lifted his steel pipe.

Just as he steeled his heart, he saw that the other zombies had also noticed him one after another!

Then, a group of zombies, men and women, old and young, all walked toward him with arms outstretched.

"..."

Gao Hua gritted his teeth hard.

Damn it, all in!

Gao Hua didn't care anymore, he just ran straight toward the female zombie, carrying the steel pipe.

He knew Wang Tao didn't mean to harm him; there had to be a reason for his order, and Gao Hua just had to follow it.

Bang!