Just as Mo Qingyan fell into the Undead Tide, another tentacle swung at him. He had just thrown off the zombie on his body, and yet another Extraordinary Zombie charged at him.
The constant pressure of the Undead Tide restricted his movement.
At this moment.
He was like a person falling into a quagmire, struggling laboriously but to no avail, while someone above was hitting him with a club.
Pa~
A fierce slap.
This time.
Mo Qingyan did not dodge, was hit head-on by the tentacle, and his body was halfway eaten by the tentacle, stuck to it as it waved continuously.
His eyes widened, with a thousand curses in his heart. The zombies in the Undead Tide knew how to cooperate!
This was absolutely unexpected for him.
This was not just an Undead Tide, but an army composed of zombies with extremely high quality.
