Something, or rather… an entity, pinned Leng Chuan to the ground. He was caught off guard, simply had no means to resist. The moment his figure landed on the ground, pain wrecked his entire being.
Whatever it was, the strength was monstrous, far overpowering him.
Everyone's expression was grave. They examined the huge rotten lump of flesh in front of them. It was unknown what kind of beastman it was before—the shape was totally unrecognizable!
It was inconceivable they didn't detect this zombie in the house near Leng Chuan's. It had stayed inside, all too quiet.
Now, rotten blood dripped down from its skin, dark and smelly. Leng Chuan almost blacked out from the stench assaulting his nose, but he desperately held back. At this point, a piece of rotten flesh squirming with maggots had fallen on his face.
"Don't let it bite or claw at you," Xie Ziyuan reminded. He was the calmest one in such a situation, analyzing how to defeat the monstrous thing.
