"No..."
As they looked at Huang Fuguang's back so close to them, the three people in the cockpit found it hard to understand. The clothes on his body had completely disappeared, and the cloth strips hanging on him were in tatters, almost leaving him naked. Therefore, they could clearly see the skin on Huang Fuguang's body ripped open in various places, with a thirty-centimeter gash on his remaining arm, exposing the muscle fibers inside, like a leather jacket sliced open with a knife, with blood continuously seeping and dripping to the ground.
He held a T-shaped zombie-slaying knife made of H steel in a reverse grip. It was this knife that firmly blocked the attack of the dancer, but as a result, it was now filled with numerous cracks, ready to shatter at any moment!
