Pffft――
One by one, steel needles wrapped in frost pierce the temples of the zombies.
The zombie collapses to the ground, motionless.
The frost on the surface of the needles melts away, and with it, a trace of black blood falls to the ground.
A gentle breeze blows by, carrying the scent of blood from the mutant wolf pack far, far away.
The mutant wolf pack has eaten zombies; their mouths harbor large quantities of the zombie virus.
But they still belong to mutant animals, not zombie animals; their blood is the flesh craved by zombies.
Leng Yebai pulls out a dagger, bends down to dissect the head of a mutant wolf, and extracts the crystal core inside.
The fur of the mutant wolf pack is extremely tough, making the extraction of crystal cores rather troublesome.
Bai Xiqin stands to the side, frost-covered steel needles dancing in the air.
The zombies attracted by the wolf blood all have their temples pierced by the needles.
