"Grawww!"
The zombie let out a thunderous roar, its mouth reeking of a putrid stench as it lunged straight toward Louis. Its fangs, still smeared with bits of rotten flesh, now gleamed with a cold, razor-sharp light.
It had launched a surprise attack, but even so, in Louis's eyes, the movement was far too slow. He tilted his body, easily dodging the ambush. At the same time, one of his legs lifted and slammed viciously toward the zombie's head.
"Crack! Splurt!"
The sounds of shattering bones and a brain bursting apart rang out. The zombie's head, kicked off by Louis, flew to the side. Its emaciated, blood-soaked body spun once before crashing heavily to the ground, unable to move even a single inch afterward.
The head was the zombie's weak point—or more precisely, the crystal inside a zombie's head was their true weakness. To kill a zombie, one only needed to sever its head, or else shoot accurately between its brows and shatter the crystal.
