Chuan Shan was confident; among all the strong ones in the Ninth Special Zone, he might not be able to win or kill them. But it was extremely difficult for those strong ones to kill him as well.
However, this sudden and fierce palm strike still caught Chuan Shan off guard. When the foul-smelling wind of the palm hit his arms, the overwhelming force made Chuan Shan feel as if a great mountain had come alive and struck him with thunderous might.
Chuan Shan's whole body was thrown out like a cannonball, instantly crashing into and killing countless council troops.
For those who had already transformed into council troops zombies, it was a form of liberation.
Zhou Tian exhaled a breath of turbid air, his hands slowly opened, and strange stinking black aura swirled around him as he began to float up slowly in the eyes of everyone.
"You all will be buried with my son!"
"Oh, my..."
