The spirit of its feet didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore, and it had to go forward obediently. It became the target of those zombies with just a move. The old zombies didn't move, but the small zombies behind it began to move.
One mouthful after another of black poison sprayed directly at my feet, as if spraying on the glass. It slid down his body and did not affect his feet at all.
Initially, my heart had leaped to my throat when I saw the poison coming towards me. But now that I can see that it's all right, I'm relieved. The pace of my feet is very large. The closer I get to the dry zombies, the more I'm afraid that they'll begin to retreat.
The old mummy didn't move. Its eyes were fixed on the spirit of its feet. Suddenly, it jumped up and landed directly on the head of the spir
