Ah Fu wore a cold sneer, as if everything was under his control. Indeed, unless facing a terrifying existence beyond Level 8, anything at Level 8 or below once caught by him had no chance of escaping!
He wasn't sure if the other side understood what he meant, but this Level 8 zombie seemed to have already felt the immense strength coming from Ah Fu's hand!
This was a kind of absolute power!
It was the difference between Mt. Tai and Qingsong, filling one with utter despair at a glance!
No matter how it struggled, in Ah Fu's hand, it was like a lump of dough without any consciousness, kneaded at will!
Roar! Howl!
It kept roaring, warning Ah Fu with brain waves, while continuously shifting its stance to try to break free from Ah Fu's grip. But no matter how it changed, the place Ah Fu held was inescapable!
A sense of powerlessness filled it.
