The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Seven or eight zombies hung on your body, opened their huge mouths, and fiercely bit down.

Blood gushed out of their skin and flesh. When these zombies were closest, his dead companion was less than two feet away from Dennis Miller.

Dennis could see the unwillingness in his companion’s eyes as they slowly dropped to their knees.

There were five zombies lying on his body.

These zombies’ arms were like iron shovels, stabbing into the backs of his companions.

They bit on his companions’ legs and necks, and the wound were so deep that the bones could be seen.

After his companion fell to the ground, these zombies tore off the armor on the companion’s body as if they were tearing paper, opened the chest and opened the belly, and fought for the internal organs.

“You bastards!” Dennis roared.

Looking at the scene in front of him, he was not afraid at all.

At this moment, there was only extreme anger.

“Why are you dead people here?!”

Bang!

His arm seemed to be full of strength all of a sudden.

He smashed the head of the zombie in front of him into pieces.

If the zombie were a human, he would have been dead by now.

However, it didn’t matter if a zombie had a head or not.

The white bone claw grabbed Dennis by the neck Instantly, in the next second Dennis found it difficult to breathe.

At the same time, a chill ran down his back, and he felt a sharp pain.

Without even looking, he knew that it must be another zombie, it rushed up and bit his back.

Hot blood spurted out.

‘Am I going to die?’ Dennis’ eyes filled with regret.

“Unfortunately, I failed to stop these zombies…”

Blood kept gushing out, and the air in his lungs became less and less.

He could sense that the sky was growing darker and darker as it bore down on him.

At this time, he felt a tremor on the ground.

In the next moment, a huge roar, like a volcanic eruption, rushed over.

The ground cracked and broke.

Dennis’ eyes went wide as he saw what he would never forget.

A fire column, thick beyond description, rose from a corner of the town like a fire dragon.

instantly swept over

away, Dennis could still sense the destructive

of his mouth lifted

and the others have

shot up to the sky reddened the

of Mountain Town was turned into ashes in an

generated by the explosion was instantly

zombies and burned them into ashes in

of corpses stopped at this

would not

paid the price of half of the town being destroyed and hundreds

long as he could earn a chance for those who survived, it was worth

flames didn’t engulf

air blast rolled him up and

slammed into the wall, blood spraying out of his

But he was smiling.

seemed that the wound on his body was no longer

wall, he staggered to his feet, looking for a broken sword

Dennis gasped.

images of the zombies, he tried his best to recover his

zombies passed through the flames, as long as he did not fall down, he would stand in front of

indeed blocked

lasted

group of zombies

a quarter of the hundreds

of them was

Dennis, gritted their teeth and endured the

weapons that had been left

they would grab onto a

feeling of fearlessness filled them as they walked toward the sea

fire, and half

incomplete and became

Dennis Miller stepped forward.

not be able to

that, he had to pull

that

100 meters…

60 meters…

30 meters…

he neared the zombies, Dennis tightened his grip on

this point that a black shadow suddenly descended from the sky

heart began to

there zombies in the

not far ahead of him was a young man

young man was a little

young man had the imposing manner of a

Dennis had

held a

in his heart that he had never seen such

entire body was

the blade, there