Skills (In Celebration of Zhao Laoge ZQ Silver!)

What the hell is this thing?!

Zhang Aniu swung his bronze hammer, smashing several players who had tried to take advantage into meat pies. Then he watched them revive and run off, full of life, feeling as if his entire worldview was about to collapse.

As a bandit chief ruling over these mountains, he had fought viciously against government troops sent to suppress bandits several times.

He knew that even government troops would suffer a tremendous collapse in morale after taking heavy casualties.

But players as a group simply refused to play by the rules!

Although these people generally seemed to have no combat training whatsoever, just their undying, painless bodies made them terrifying existences.

When ants gathered in sufficient numbers, they could bite an elephant to death!

Zhang Aniu had never played a zombie game. Otherwise, he would certainly have felt that these players resembled zombies.

They were weak and moved stiffly, but every one of them was fearless of death. And because they could revive, their numbers seemed almost never to decrease!

Although he fought with all his might and smashed at least thirty players to death, the players surrounding him continued to increase rather than diminish.

Meanwhile, the minions around him had already been almost completely wiped out...

Even Hua Xiao'er, the most nimble of them all, had secretly hidden himself and fired cold arrows, sometimes killing someone with every shot... But the players had used their own lives to exhaust every last arrow he was carrying, ahhh!

Although Zhang Aniu's arms possessed five hundred jin of strength, the continuous fighting and hammer swings had consumed a great deal of his stamina. Now he was panting like an ox, his eyes bloodshot. Fear had begun to creep into his heart, and he wanted to hack out a