"What was that?"
Flying Hound looked curious and did not take it seriously at all. His head was tough enough to smash every Awakener skill head-on, so why would he dodge a bottle?
With a swipe of his claw, he shattered it outright.
Crack!
Glass shards flew everywhere, and the black liquid inside splattered squarely across Flying Hound's face. An unusual smell immediately wafted out.
The bottle had been filled with Black-Skinned Zombie blood. Sun Xiaoqiang had originally gotten it from Lin Dong for research, but after hearing that Flying Hound had an especially keen sense of smell, he brought it along to let him experience some "care" even stinkier than shitting his pants.
There was no need to describe the stench of Black-Skinned Zombie blood. Not even mutated creatures would eat its corpse; even dogs despised it.
Flying Hound felt an overpowering reek flood into his nostrils. His hyper-sensitive nose had instead become a burden. That suffocating odor shot straight into his scalp, instantly overwhelming him...
"Awoo—"
He let out a miserable howl.
"It stinks!... It stinks so damn bad!"
Flying Hound roared endlessly, flying wildly through the sky like a headless fly.
"Good lord!"
Everyone looked up in astonishment. They had not expected Sun Xiaoqiang to resolve this crisis so cleverly.
It really was one thing countering another...
Flying Hound's screams shook the heavens and echoed through the night sky without end.
The zombie tide below remained turbulent, still locked in battle.
Not far away, Chen Muyan was fighting Corpse Whisperer, and their battle was equally fierce.
This battle of revenge had already reached its most intense stage.
In a nearby mountain forest, Flared Ears and the other three zombies had returned. Of course... they would never have dared come back alone, because they had brought reinforcements.