Lei Hu did not know why, only that his neck suddenly tightened as a powerful sense of suffocation hit him. He had already been seized by that large hand.
His violent lightning energy became utterly useless against the man's powerful physique, completely devoid of destructive force.
Crack!
The man slightly exerted force with his five fingers and snapped Lei Hu's neck. The thunder that had pierced through the apocalypse abruptly went out, and his pupils slowly dilated.
His corpse was casually tossed onto the ground like garbage.
The man continued toward the shelter, as though nothing could stop him.
The sight horrified everyone, their eyes filled with fear.
Lei Hu was actually dead...
Just moments ago, he had been full of spirit, yet he had been killed so casually.
"Too strong..."
"Is he a Zombie King too?"
"Could it be..."
"..."
A terrifying name was about to emerge in everyone's minds.
After the man appeared,
several mutant Zombie Kings gathered around him, all with respectful attitudes as they lowered their proud heads.
"Foster Father!"
"Mm..."
The man nodded slightly and spoke in a low voice.
"Something has changed with the zombie horde in the north. We must eliminate the humans here as quickly as possible."
"Understood!"
The Zombie Kings agreed, though they were somewhat puzzled. What exactly had happened in the north that even Foster Father had personally taken action?
But they did not dare ask, nor did they dare speak...
At that moment, the survivors inside the shelter had erupted into chaos. Through the surveillance footage, they could see the man's invincible figure steadily approaching the entrance.
"Blood-Red Count! He's the Blood-Red Count!"
"My God! He actually appeared."
"It's over. He's coming in... What do we do now?"
"..."
Like ants on a hot pan, people spun around anxiously,