Luo Qingtian curled up on the ground, his body equally in pain. As a young man, his physical condition was clearly much better than the others.
His gaze swept over the other members of the council. The eldest, Vazmir, who had weathered countless storms in the Ninth Special Zone, was now curled up on the ground, already showing symptoms of transformation into a corpse.
Funny, and at the same time, tragically ridiculous.
For such a figure, to end in such a manner at the point of death.
Several of the major council members were the same. They were not Catastrophes, just ordinary people in high positions, perhaps with other prosthetic modifications, bioengineering, making them physically stronger than true ordinary people.
But even so, they still couldn't resist the toxin released by Zhou Tian.
Around them, a large number of armed council troops had all turned into zombies.
