At the entrance to the stairwell on Liberty Tower's 12th Floor.
It had become a Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea.
Blackish-blue Infected blood flowed and spread throughout the corridor.
A tall, skinny Infected resembling a utility pole swept aside the ordinary Infected in its way.
Then it squeezed through the entrance to the 12th Floor.
The moment this Infected appeared, the entire Firepower Squad redirected their attacks around it, firing controlled bursts at the ordinary Infected behind it.
"Target confirmed. Boss Grade Infected—Flesh Dancer. Its attack range is five meters," Phantom reported, watching the Infected in the corridor.
"Roger!"
The Flesh Dancer also sensed the living creatures in the corridor.
It grew a little excited.
With its simple instincts, the Infected wanted nothing more than to devour every living creature before it.
It stepped into the passage, slowly raising its long arms into an attacking stance.
Bullets flew past it, striking the Infected behind it.
Just as the Flesh Dancer came within eight meters of the firing barricade.
A sound distinctly different from machine-gun fire rang out.
A syringe of [Diluted Spirituality Suppressant] struck an exposed patch of the Flesh Dancer's skin. The specially designed needle pierced straight through.
Pale-blue liquid was injected into the Flesh Dancer.
With a casual swipe, the Flesh Dancer brushed the empty syringe off its skin.
Without stopping, it entered its maximum attack range of five meters and violently flung its arm toward the firing barricade.
This was one of the Flesh Dancer's attack skills—Extension Attack.
Its arm would stretch five meters to attack its enemy.
This time, however, though it flung its arm out.
Its arm failed to stretch as it normally did.
Instead, it remained extended forward, the sharp claws on its hand clearly visible.
The sudden change left the Flesh Dancer bewildered.