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.

with unparalleled power, instantly

far away, Dennis could still sense

of his mouth

the

shot up to the

was turned into

terrifying power generated by the explosion was

and burned

sea of corpses stopped at

the process would not last

the town being destroyed and hundreds of people losing

a chance for those who survived, it

flames didn’t

rolled him up and tore the zombies

the wall, blood spraying out of his

But he was smiling.

wound on his body was no longer so

against the wall, he staggered to his feet, looking for a broken sword that had fallen off of

Dennis gasped.

at the looming images of the zombies, he tried his best

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

and explosions had indeed

lasted about 15

of zombies

a quarter of the hundreds of

them was seriously

like Dennis, gritted their teeth

the weapons

they would

of fearlessness filled them as they walked toward

had been burned by fire, and half of their

were incomplete and became more

Dennis Miller stepped forward.

not be

he had to pull at

he suddenly felt that his whole body

100 meters…

60 meters…

30 meters…

he neared the zombies, Dennis tightened his grip on the

a black shadow suddenly descended from the sky and landed

heart began

there zombies

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

young man was a little older

young man had the imposing manner of

to him, Dennis had the urge

a long halberd in his

his heart that he had never seen

halberd’s entire body was

of the blade, there were dark red lines