Growing Stronger by Drinking Blood

Chang Wei turned his gaze toward the Venomous Apostle. This monster was dark green all over, its skin covered in thick scales like an impenetrable suit of armor.

Green flames burned in its eyes, like two green lanterns hanging from its face.

Its mouth held two rows of sharp fangs, making it look exceptionally vicious.

The most terrifying thing about the Venomous Apostle was the poison gas it released from its mouth. Not only did inhaling it cause dizziness and disorientation, it also left one weak and limp, as though the body's strength were being slowly drained away.

The Venomous Apostle was also exceptionally cunning. It would continuously release poison gas to attack its enemies and keep them from approaching. At the same time, it used its scales to shield itself from attacks.

It might have been troublesome for others, but Chang Wei was a zombie. Zombies were not afraid of poison gas. In fact, poison gas was even beneficial to zombies, so he did not take a single breath... After all, it was poison gas the other side had spat out. If he inhaled it, wouldn't that be no different from an indirect kiss?!!!

Ignoring the poison gas, Chang Wei's zombie claws carved five bone-deep wounds into the monster's body.

Then the Black Dragon Apostle's attack followed close behind.

It opened its huge mouth and spewed a blazing torrent of fire, instantly setting everything around it ablaze.

Seeing this, Chang Wei hurriedly hid behind a pile of rubble and barely evaded the attack. Flames raged over the ruins, scorching the surrounding buildings and objects black.

"It should be about enough of a performance."

Chang Wei thought he had done well. Although he was far stronger than a Royal Zombie, he had not displayed strength beyond all reason. If he