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 swept

far away, Dennis could still sense the destructive

of his mouth lifted at this

the others

up to the sky reddened the

Town was turned into ashes in

explosion was instantly cleared

flames swallowed the zombies and burned them into ashes in

constantly moving sea of corpses stopped at this

the process would

of half of the town being destroyed and hundreds of

long as he could earn a chance for those

didn’t engulf

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

slammed into the wall, blood spraying out of

But he was smiling.

on his body was no longer

looking for a broken sword that

Dennis gasped.

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

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

explosions had indeed blocked the

lasted about 15

of

less than a quarter of the hundreds of people

each of them was seriously

like Dennis, gritted their teeth and

up the weapons that

any, then they would grab onto a brick

filled them as they walked toward

fire, and half of

were incomplete and became more

Dennis Miller stepped forward.

should not be

had to pull at least

he suddenly felt that his whole body was full

100 meters…

60 meters…

30 meters…

tightened his

point that a black shadow suddenly descended

heart began to

zombies in

that not far ahead of him was a young man who looked

was a

this young man had the imposing manner

Dennis had the urge to

young man held a long halberd in

he had never seen such

halberd’s entire body

blade, there were dark