The Rabbit Spirit of the Doomsday Boss

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She thought there might be some black energy in his body, but she didn't expect it to be true. However, his black energy was very small and he wouldn't attack her randomly, so she only took a short time to absorb it. She didn't know if it was useful to absorb the black energy in this way.

The battle is still going on. After several rounds of fighting, Huazhi has sweated a lot.

Huazhi was panting, her heart-shaped nose was full of mist, and she tilted her head, "How weird."

It's such a powerful zombie, how come it has so little energy?

The little gray rabbit also nodded, [Yes, yes, that's too weird. ]

They had been killing zombies for a whole day, and most of them were level three zombies, but they didn't accumulate much energy.

The little gray rabbit scratched his head, [Could it be that the zombies here are not valuable? ]

Huazhi shook her head. This shouldn't be the case. They all looked so powerful, and their killing power was much stronger than those zombies outside.

Finally, after searching the entire hospital with his mental power, his dark and bright eyes suddenly became calm. He knew that there was indeed something strange here.

Feng Jinghuai's spiritual power extends to the farthest level.

In the dark and enclosed space, a zombie suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were different from those of all the zombies. They were no longer cloudy vertical pupils with a white background. Instead, they were calm, deep, and flashing a faint red light.

Feng Jinghuai leaped lightly and grabbed the flower branch that was still jumping on the zombie.

Huazhi's claws were still patting the zombie's head when suddenly someone grabbed the flesh on the back of its neck.

Her heart skipped a beat, her body tensed, and just when she was about to break free, she found that she was caught by Feng Jinghuai.

Huazhi breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body immediately relaxed.

She was obviously careful and alert. If it was a zombie, she would have dodged it immediately. But every time Feng Jinghuai tried to catch her, she couldn't escape. He would always pinch the flesh on the back of her neck. He was like a silent and invisible wind, making her completely unaware of any trace of him.

Huazhi was still wondering why he was suddenly grabbed, and the next second, he held her in his arms with one hand.

Feng Jinghuai's arms held Huazhi against his chest. The furry rabbits huddled together, and the clean and soft rabbit fur covered his arms. From this angle, Huazhi looked like an exquisite doll placed in a window display, which was out of tune with the atmosphere of the entire scene.

The white and soft little rabbit tilted its head back and looked at him with a little doubt.

Feng Jinghuai still couldn't resist the urge to rub her, and pinched her rabbit-haired paw with one hand. Then he looked at the others, "Go out, there's no need to kill these zombies anymore."

Everyone looked at each other, "Why not kill him?"

"Yeah, didn't they say we had to kill all of these zombies before they leveled up?"

"We have been killing for a whole day. We should be almost done. Once we have killed them all, we can collect the crystal cores."

We have persisted until now, and no one is willing to give up easily.

The ground is full of level three zombies. When the time comes, I will take all these crystal cores back and absorb them slowly, which will definitely greatly increase my strength.

Feng Jinghuai said calmly, "How many zombies did you kill?"

While Feng Jinghuai was speaking, Huazhi's attention was on the floor. A long golden light suddenly spread rapidly from under Feng Jinghuai's feet and instantly covered the entire ground.

A faint golden light covered the zombie remains piled randomly on the ground, and climbed up the walls and ceiling covered with suspicious bloodstains. In the blink of an eye, the entire space visible to the naked eye was covered with a layer of faint golden light.

One of the rabbit's ears also stood up, and Huazhi tilted his head to look at the scene in front of him. It was a bit beautiful, but also a bit unbelievable.

Feng Jinghuai's words made everyone pause. The continuous attack of zombies had already made them physically and mentally numb. It was as if they had become zombie-killing machines, with only one thought in their minds: how to quickly kill all the zombies.

"I didn't count, but there should be more than a dozen?"

"I should have killed more than twenty."

"I killed twenty-five."

The only fourth-level psychic in the field also spoke up: "I killed more than a hundred."

...

It was as if the string in their brains was pulled back by someone, and everyone realized, "We have killed so many of them, where on earth did these level 3 zombies come from!"

When we first came in, it was quiet and there were only a few zombies.

Another person looked at his hands with a frown on his face. "I killed twenty level three zombies, but I was only promoted to level three last month. How come my strength suddenly became so strong?"

Someone observed carefully, "Have you noticed that the frequency with which these zombies pounce on us seems to be about the same?"

"Because these are all illusions." Feng Jinghuai stood still and swung his Tang sword, easily chopping off a level three zombie that pounced on him ferociously.

After the zombie's head was completely separated from its body, it rolled twice on the ground.

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, Feng Jinghuai used a Tang sword to dig open the zombie's head.