The distance between the zombie group and the Heroic Spirit is still 100 meters.

The eyes of the ninth-level zombie blinked, and the dark pupils became even darker, as if capturing a demon dragon from hell.

It waved its hand.

More than three hundred seventh-level purple-eyed zombies rushed out, spreading out in a fan, enclosing the heroic spirit in a semicircle from a distance, and then, more than a hundred eighth-level purple-eyed zombies swept out, they all had a black eyeball, compared with those seventh-level zombies, they had the advantage of vision, of course, the difference between these two zombies was not only this. The eighth-level zombies were very fast, and they came from behind, passing over the seventh-level zombies to form a smaller encirclement.

The Heroic Spirit was unmoved, and moved forward, as if he was going to trample all the zombies to pieces, but the ninth-level zombies, as the same level of life, roughly understood its thoughts, maybe in the eyes of this Heroic Spirit, these garbage-like zombies did not exist, at most they were just some small ants blocking the way.

So, what about adding me?

The ninth-level zombie went straight out.

No matter how many level 8 zombies or level 7 zombies there are, the main force will only be level 9 zombies. No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants, which will not affect the real victory or defeat, and can only produce some interference. The ninth-level zombies want to kill this reckless heroic spirit under the interference of these zombies.

The sixth-level zombies didn't receive the order, so they stayed where they were, they really didn't play a role, and the ninth-level zombies also had the meaning of letting them suppress the formation, but there were not many sixth-level zombies who could understand its meaning, and Wu Zhen was also one of them. Fight! The number of them seems to be more imposing, and it is better than nothing. Thinking about this doesn't mean that Wu Zhen will honestly follow the idea of ninth-level zombies, if it weren't for the fact that there are too many sixth-level zombies, he really wants to kill some secretly, and get some cardinal numbers!

With such a big battle, you can't go without any benefits!

Wu Zhen thought about it and gave up the idea of these zombies around him, firstly, his current combat power is too weak, he can't kill much at once, and if he kills, he has to run, which is equivalent to giving up long-term interests for the sake of small profits, which is not good. On the other hand, he had better ideas. Although he is more vigilant about this world in his heart, it does not mean that he will retreat, and it is necessary to get some benefits on the premise of ensuring his life.

Wu Zhen stood up and walked towards the battlefield step by step.

There are quite a few sixth-level zombies who have the same approach as Wu Zhen, and their idea is another: although the boss did not give the order, the brave warriors are worthy of praise at any time, and what they want is those rewards.

The eighth-level zombies were like a tidal wave, surging up the legs of the heroic spirits. This Heroic Spirit was very tall, six or seven meters taller than the Heroic Spirit that Wu Zhen had encountered, and in the face of the black-pressed zombies, it only made a very simple move.

Leg up! Feet!

Five or six level 8 zombies suddenly closed together and came to the feet of the Heroic Spirit, and at the same time, more than thirty Rank 7 zombies jumped up and crashed into the raised legs of the Heroic Spirit.

Rumble!

Several eighth-level zombies were trampled on, and the bones in their waists were broken, and they were forced to be a little shorter. However, they blocked it, and the Heroic Spirit didn't completely crush them, so the Heroic Spirit's feet didn't hit the ground. That's what they're going to do.

More than thirty seventh-level zombies were not small in strength, and they crashed into this leg that failed to land, emitting a series of roars, all of which turned into broken bones and fell with rotten pieces of flesh. Unlike those eighth-level zombies, they are truly dead, broken to pieces! But they don't care, that's their value, weak lives never deserve a big stage, their lives are only allowed to bloom in a moment.

More level 8 zombies rushed over, wanting to replace the few level 8 zombies at the feet of the Heroic Spirit, only if the Heroic Spirit was unstable, the leader would have a chance.

Halfway through, the Heroic Spirit visibly increased its strength, and it seemed to be ...... A little.

Titicaca!

The eighth-level zombies were overwhelmed, crushed by the claws of the heroic spirits, and the bones were shattered one after another, and the sound of bone cracking sounded extremely scary.

The second batch of level 8 zombies seems to be unable to catch up.

The ninth-level zombies are long overdue. It's the same as a level 7 zombie, but it's not the same. It's level nine, and that's the gap.

Boom!

The ninth-level zombie twisted ~ his waist in the air and kicked out. The straight leg bones were like a hammer, smashing into the Heroic Spirit's leg with a deafening thud.

The Heroic Spirit's body shook, but it didn't fall, and the raised leg he saw moved, and the tip of his claw was lightly raised, and he buckled inward.

Poof! Poof!

Several eighth-level zombies were crushed like this, the stomach pouch burst, and the disgusting mucus ~ liquid mixed with unknown rotten meat burst out of it.

Sonor!

The paws hit the ground, and a small pit was stepped out of the solid ground.

The ninth-level zombie rebounded after its legs and landed lightly. Its dark eyes widened, looking at a shallow crack in the Heroic Spirit's leg bone, and the corners of its blackened mouth grinned.

Another round of fighting begins.

This time, the Heroic Spirit learned the lesson, and instead of raising his legs, he swept with his long tail, which suddenly lifted five or six meters off the ground, and then suddenly lowered and slashed across the ground. Sweeping around, just like a broom, whether it is a level seven zombie or an level eight zombie, they can only jump up or squat down in order to dodge, but the tail is very flexible, and once they jump into the air, they can't change their position at will, so there are many of them swept in.

Boom! Bang bang!

Almost all the zombies swept by the tail exploded and turned into a pile of rotten bones, and if they were lucky enough to not die, they would be swept out of the battlefield and couldn't get up for half a day.

This is the power of the Heroic Spirits, they are born with extremely strong power, and compared to their strength, that is to seek death.

There are policies above, and there are countermeasures below.

The Immortal's tail attack quickly wore off. Under the command of the ninth-level zombies, all the zombies retreated, away from the sweeping range of the Heroic Spirit's tail.

Looking at the zombies in a large circle, Ying Ling was furious, and just wanted to lift his legs, but suddenly thought of something, and put down his legs that had been raised a little. The ninth-level zombies on the periphery showed a disappointed look in their eyes, thinking about it, wisdom is not only there, but this big man also has wow!

The ninth-level zombie knew very well that the Heroic Spirit was too large to kill unless it was brought down.

After a moment's hesitation, the Heroic Spirit moved again. There is no retreat in its life, it does not even stop, it is a shame, whether it is 10,000 years ago, or now, they have only one mission, to move forward!

Advance!

The Heroic Spirit suddenly lowered his head, his two paws grasping the ground alternately, and rushed forward quickly. It's like a human trot, the frequency is very fast, the zombie doesn't want to jump under its feet in this situation, if you want to overturn it, you have to have the consciousness of being hit by it or trampled on it.

"Up!"

Not to be outdone, the zombies thought of a countermeasure. The ninth-level zombie spoke rarely, and with a loud roar, he led the zombies to surround him.