I Can Fly

Sun Dabiao let out a miserable howl and fell to the ground.

Without the protection of flames, the surrounding zombies pounced on him, swallowing him up in the Zombie Tide.

"Got the treasure."

Tank held the box in his hands. A severed half-arm still dangled from the handcuffs on it.

The few humans nearby had already been completely devoured.

Having won this battle, the zombies were especially excited.

"Roar—"

Tank was no exception. He raised the box and let out a roar, holding it up like the World Cup with a hint of bragging, even though... he had no idea what was inside.

What was amusing was that the surrounding zombies cooperated with him, letting out low growls as they celebrated together.

"You big idiot! What are you showing off for? Hurry up and leave!" Crow's distinctive birdlike voice rang out.

"Huh? Right!"

Only then did Tank snap out of his excitement.

This wasn't his territory!

It was dangerous now. He had to get out of here fast.

So, he reined himself in and kept a low profile, hugging the box as he quietly prepared to retreat.

"Hey! Stop right there."

Suddenly, a voice like grinding boulders sounded from behind him.

It was the tall Zombie King in charge of this area.

"Hm?"

Tank paused and stopped walking, but he did not turn around, leaving it only his back.

With the Zombie King's appearance, the other Zombie Underlings also fell silent and followed their boss's gaze toward the burly Tank.

For a moment, Tank became the center of attention among the zombie horde.

Being too conspicuous... isn't always a good thing.

Tank muttered to himself.

The tall Zombie King had long seen that he did not belong to this area.

"Give me what you have in your hands."

"I'll give