The flames roared through the corridor, glaring in the dim emergency lighting. At temperatures exceeding 1,800 degrees, they burned through every last bottle of gasoline before the zombie finally crashed to the ground and fell still.
Tao Yu had made a point of burning the zombie's head separately, unsure whether the cause of death had been its body or its head.
"Good thing there's nothing flammable in this corridor. Otherwise, we'd have a fire on our hands."
Looking at the charred-black hallway and the billowing, acrid smoke, Tao Yu—who had been eating the whole time—finally let out a sigh of relief.
He could already feel the wish power gathering!
It worked!
Judging by its physical stats alone, the zombie was much stronger than Cao Shaolin.
But aside from the damage it dealt to itself when its attacks kept stacking up as it tried to break through his defenses, the overall sense of danger it posed had actually been lower than Cao Shaolin's.
The zombie had tremendous strength and incredible defenses, but its straightforward attacks and mindless state made it the perfect counter to Tao Yu's fighting style.
If Cao Shaolin had run into the zombie head-on, the zombie would have killed him. If Tao Yu had run into Cao Shaolin head-on, Cao Shaolin would have killed him. But even if Tao Yu ran into the zombie head-on, he could still hold his own!
The wish power ultimately gathered around the zombie's hand—or claw, rather—which was scorched black in places and gave off a burnt stench.
Tao Yu went over and snapped off the already carbonized claw.
At the same time, he kept shoving chocolate into his mouth with his other hand.
The survivors in the lab gaped at his ferocious display.
Was this guy, who could suddenly vanish and had