The zombies quieted down completely.
The zombie, who struggled out of the wall, was very angry and the fire in its hand lit up.
"Go to hell!"
West didn't want to talk to him at all. With a flick of his right hand, the red-eyed zombie trembled and fell to the ground.
Several zombies nearby took a look at him boldly.
"He is dead..."
There was dead silence.
No one had expected that West would kill zombies according to his mood of the moment.
With this thought, zombies became more frightened.
The zombies around West looked at each other.
No one was willing to stand out.
West glanced at the zombies menacingly.
"I've heard that you zombies have your division of power."
With a mocking smile on his face, West said, "Not every force may be such a coward, isn't it?"
Stimulated by West, a zombie elite who had woken up five times finally stood out.
His eyes were sky-blue, his hair was blonde and he wore a decent suit. He walked out of the zombie group and politely bowed to West.