158 Episode 25: Those hands. (1/2)

The building in front transformed into a single layer pancake with a lot of honey. Well, dust is the honey here.

The zombies ahead of the buildings turned their heads around and they notice a Scarlet pillar that was so wide that they couldn't see Feng and the others who stood behind it.

Though the mindless noise chasing rotten-eggs that like to cause wreckage everywhere they went still charged towards the source of the noise like mindless mongrels that haven't have heard a noise ever before in their entire life.

The mortals behind Feng regained their footing the moment the shockwave dissipated into the depth of the land. They stood up and since they didn't and couldn't do anything to help, they decided to watch the show and chill on their backpacks. Hence, they once again sat down.

To Feng's surprise, even the most-normal dude zombie, the type that Uncle Johnny next door was, had evolved so much that literally, every single one of them ran on their feet.

(P.S: The 50 meter wide crystallized blood hands acted as a one-view window for Feng. He could see through it because his eyes vision was boosted by Divine energy.)

The good days had gone away, now that even the most normal of zombie had learned the way to run like an animal. The zombies ran on all four like cheetahs rather than humans who run on two legs.

Some of them didn't even run. They hopped like rabbits and kangaroos. They were none other than the Flesh zombie and their mutation. Naturally, these zombies are identical to the father and grandfather of the arrogant young master that bothers the protagonist and get killed.

The fates of these zombies were already set on the wheel of fate. Dead was the only outcome if monstrous creatures like them bother Feng or get in his way.

He didn't make a move but Dracula rushed from behind the Massive crystallized blood hands and leaped into the skies, just like an eagle soaring into the skies.

Just like an eagle descending from the skies to catch its prey, Dracula plunged into the midst of the battlefield.

With Zombies all around him, he immediately used all his battle powers and activated the runes in-laid in the outer-shell.

The Flame rune was activated, and fire bursts out of his hands. Immediately, it crashed into the bodies of the zombies.

The rotten bodies of the zombies around him were blasted into dozens of zombies behind. The fire didn't discriminate about who it wanted to set ablaze.

The fire jumped like a volleyball from one zombie to another, setting them all on fire. Dracula was going full-throttle, so he also started slashing the zombies with his weapon the Magic Regalia of thread and knives.

Dracula didn't stay in a single place and he kept on rushing ahead while blasting through the hordes of the zombie as if he was the true protagonist of this story he was running because the surgical knives did pierce through the zombie's brain and butchered them but they didn't die because all of them had a Death Aura crystal in their bodies. They didn't die and chased after him. To not be entrapped he decided to dance around this area.

(P.S: Feng has already recharged his energy tubes through touch, so he was fully charged.)

On the other hand,

The zombies crashed into the Crystallized Blood hands and produced a sound.

Badam! Ba! Bam!

This sound was the very signal that Feng had been waiting for.

Smilingly, he snapped his fingers. The gigantic hands made an insidious move under his command.

Sharp blood blades shaped like icicle protruded out of the surfaces of the hand and pierced into the bodies of the zombie.

It was pierced so deep that it came out from the other side of their guts covered in shit.

The zombie didn't feel any pain as having a hole open up in their gut was just a child play for them and Feng knew it.

Pierced by the Sharp crystallized blood icicles they struggled by wriggling their bodies as if trying to reach a certain place. Due to their action, their inside was mashed up by the blade and blood gushed faster from the open hole and painted the scarlet hand.

The man standing behind the Crystallized hands of God noticed that all the seats in his Airplane were packed with custom. The seat here is the blood icicles while the customers are the zombies.

Now, it was time for them to take a flight.

With a smile that was not a smile but a prelude to Gore, he snapped his fingers again.