After Xiao Li charged forward, the zombie horde fell into a state of silence.
Number 9 wasn't panicked at all, and even took two steps toward Xiao Li.
"These two, keep them alive. Don't let your filthy blood contaminate the experimental subjects."
Number 9, the middle-aged man, spoke bluntly, not even sparing Xiao Li a glance.
In his eyes, zombies were no longer human, on par with the lab mice in human laboratories.
Xiao Li wore a faint smile, leisurely rolling up his sleeves, showing no sign of anger.
But the murderous aura emanating from him proved his current unrest.
"Rest assured, my blood won't contaminate the experiment subjects."
Xiao Li's healing exuded an invisible wind ability energy, the energy fluctuations growing increasingly intense.
Moving without wind.
The middle-aged man, Number 9, nodded in satisfaction, leisurely taking a step back, addressing Bai Xiqin and Zhang Yiming,
