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.

golden-red flames, with unparalleled power, instantly

they were far away, Dennis could still sense

his mouth lifted

chief and the others

fire that shot up to the sky reddened the

of Mountain Town was turned into ashes in an

explosion was instantly cleared out of the sea of

rolling flames swallowed the zombies and burned them

of

would

town being destroyed and hundreds of people losing

he could earn a chance for those who survived,

didn’t engulf Dennis

surging air blast rolled him up and tore the

wall, blood

But he was smiling.

the wound on his body was no longer

his feet, looking for

Dennis gasped.

looked at the looming images of the zombies, he

as he did not fall down, he would stand

and explosions had indeed blocked the sea

lasted

the group of zombies rushed over

were only less than a quarter of the hundreds

of them

gritted their

picked up the weapons

then they would grab onto

as they walked toward the

had been burned by fire, and half of

incomplete and became

Dennis Miller stepped forward.

not be able

pull

of this, he suddenly felt that his

100 meters…

60 meters…

30 meters…

tightened his grip on the broken

suddenly descended from the sky and

began to

zombies in the

ahead of him was a young man

the young man was a little older

young man had the imposing manner

Dennis had the urge

man held a

he had never seen such a

halberd’s entire

the edge of the blade, there were dark red