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 the place and

they were far away, Dennis could still sense the

mouth lifted at

and the others

fire that shot up to

Mountain Town was turned into ashes

generated by the explosion was

swallowed the zombies and burned them into

constantly moving sea of corpses stopped at

would not

paid the price of half of the town being

earn a chance for

flames didn’t

surging air blast rolled him up and tore the zombies off his body into

wall, blood spraying out of

But he was smiling.

seemed that the wound on his

feet, looking for a broken sword that had fallen off

Dennis gasped.

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

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

indeed blocked

lasted about 15

of zombies

than a quarter

them

Dennis, gritted

weapons that

pick up any, then they would grab onto

as they walked toward the

been burned by fire, and half

incomplete and became more

Dennis Miller stepped forward.

he should not be

that, he had to pull at least one,

that his

100 meters…

60 meters…

30 meters…

neared the zombies, Dennis tightened his grip

suddenly descended from the sky and landed in front of

began to

zombies

the next moment, he saw that not far ahead of him was a young man who looked about the same age as

the young man was a little

this young man had the imposing manner

to him, Dennis

young man held a long halberd in his

that he

entire body

the blade, there were