The direction in which the rice stalks were pressed down pointed right towards the group, and as the distance continued to close, the black shadow hidden within gradually revealed its true form.
Zombie dog! As these three terrifying words appeared in Hu Xiaodong's mind, his heart immediately clenched.
Although the black shadow was still about 50 meters away from his position at that moment, Hu Xiaodong, situated at a higher vantage point, could clearly discern the "identity" of the incoming figure.
A long, narrow back, powerful limbs, a mouth exhaling cold breath; what else could possess such characteristics besides a zombie dog?
Perhaps the ruckus caused by the corpse dog sprinting through was too loud, for even Tang Xiaoquan, who was supporting Wang Qiang and slowly progressing forward, couldn't help but turn his head.
Yet, the stalks of rice behind him were so tall that aside from seeing blinding gold, he could see nothing else.
