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When he arrived at the cemetery on the third day, he saw that there were a lot more people than before. According to the circumstances, this treasure trove of resources would be known by almost everyone, and in the future, there would only be more people coming in succession.

Very quickly, they were chopped down by Lu Yan's crushing methods. The remaining people became obedient, however, they were poor again, earning less than 50 silver coins, which made Lu Yan very disappointed. Lu Yan was not someone who could get rich just by robbing, it all depended on luck.

"Woosh ~ ~ ~"

Liu Wei An's facial expression changed slightly. No wonder the people around them were looking at them weirdly. It was a taboo for him to loot a corpse. However, why would he care about that? If he was not as skilled as others, he did not think that the enemy would not touch his corpse. He sneered and no longer paid any attention to him.

If they sold it, one of them would probably get a share of 20 gold. Lu Yan finished looting the corpse and coldly glanced at the Bald Head, who had a cold look in his eyes. The Bald Head's neck turned cold, regretting that he had meddled in other people's business.

Because there were fifty arrows, there were still about thirty arrows left in the afternoon. Liu Wei An had just killed a zombie when an abnormally loud and clear scream came out from the depths of the cemetery. It was loud and sharp, shocking the entire cemetery, and then the area inside the cemetery was thrown into chaos, screams rose and fell one after another, accompanied by the violent sound of metal colliding with stone, smoke and dust rolling as if something had happened.

Liu Wei An and the bald captain all looked up at the same time, only to see that in the direction of the cemetery, an exceptionally tall, white-furred zombie had jumped more than ten meters into the air, falling into the group of mercenaries. Liu Wei An and the bald-headed captain all looked up at the same time, only to find that in the direction of the cemetery, an exceptionally tall, white-furred zombie had jumped over ten meters into the group of mercenaries.

In the blink of an eye, several teams had been annihilated. The white-haired zombie faced the sky and howled, its fangs sharp, ferocious, however, its terror did not scare the players, as the nearby teams all surrounded them, excited and excited, shouting out loud. Separated by five or six hundred meters, Liu An did not hear it clearly, but he could roughly guess.

BOSS. They were calling it by a name from the game, similar to the word 'boss'. Generally speaking, there was one of the most powerful monsters among the group of monsters, and this monster was called 'BOSS.' Its strength far exceeded that of ordinary monsters, but it was very rare and rarely appeared. Of course, if it was like this, the players wouldn't be so happy or excited. The main reason why players liked to see BOSSes was because the BOSS had to drop an item, and it had to be a high-quality item.

There was a high chance that the meat bag would be empty. The only exception was the Boss' meat bag. There had to be something inside. Fine quality! Who doesn't like it? As a result, when they saw the white-furred zombie, even though they knew they weren't a match for it, they still rushed forward recklessly.

A group of people rushed forward, but they were immediately repelled by the bullets. However, the ones charging forward were real people, and when they were sent flying through the air, they were already lifeless corpses.

The white-furred zombie was incomparably powerful, and it came and went freely in the midst of all the forces. As more and more people joined in, those who were killing monsters in other places couldn't help but surround them.

A loud shout echoed throughout the arena. An expert had made his move. He was the leader of some guild and had a bright silver spear. He was wearing a white robe, which made him stand out among the players.

"Zhao Xiaolong, I heard he's the descendant of the ancient Chinese Three Kingdoms' Zhao Zilong, a Bronze-rank expert." Someone at the side could not help but exclaim in surprise, and his voice revealed a hint of envy.

His eyes were like lightning, and his tightly pursed lips revealed his unswerving determination. He sprinted towards the white-furred zombie, and after running halfway, he began to increase his speed, and his speed became faster and faster, until he finally shot out like an arrow leaving a bow. At twenty meters, the bright silver spear that was pointed at the ground jumped up like a ferocious python going out to sea, the tip of the spear emitting an ear-piercing hissing sound.

When Zhao Xiaolong's strength was at its peak, the bright silver spear was like a bolt of lightning, aiming straight at the throat of the white-furred zombie. The timing was perfect, neither too fast nor too late.

"Boom ~ ~ ~"

The peerless sharp silver spear struck the white-furred zombie, as if it was a steel plate, and sparks burst out, the sound of rolling thunder resounded through the whole area. Zhao Xiaolong let out a painful cry, his body was thrown away at a faster speed than when he first arrived, the silver spear flew out of his hand and into the sky. As for the white-furred zombie, its upper body only swayed a little. There was a small imprint left on its throat, barely detectable.

Everyone was shocked!

The remaining two players were scared out of their wits and turned to flee. However, their speed was nowhere close to that of the white-furred zombie. In the blink of an eye, five or six players were killed, their flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

"Don't be so arrogant. Eat this hammer of mine."

A large man rushed over. He was two meters tall, muscular, and had thick eyebrows and large eyes. From head to toe, he exuded strength. This was a member of the Fierce Tiger Gang, and was very famous here. This person was born with great strength, even more powerful than zombies, and in the past few days, other than Liu Wei'an and his group, they had killed the most zombies, all thanks to this person's suppression of zombies. Tong Xiaoxiao, whose name was Tong Xiaoxiao, used a six-piece Plum Blossom Hammer, which together with its handle was two meters long and twenty-five centimeters in diameter.

With a loud bang, the force of the collision turned into a hurricane as it swept in all directions. The players and zombies within a three meter radius were all blown from side to side, while their ears were ringing and their heads were spinning due to the loud noise.

Tong Xiaoxiao let out an earth-shattering scream as she staggered three steps back. This person was very tall, each step was more than a meter, and with three steps, he was already more than five meters away. His palm was cracked open as blood spurted out of it, but he still refused to let go of the six piece of Plum Blossom Hammer.

The clothes on the white-furred zombie's chest had been smashed apart, and there was a faint concave mark on it, but it still seemed to be alive and kicking, as if nothing had happened. Fortunately, this hammer strike was still quite useful, at least it managed to divert its attention away from the others and onto Tong Xiaoxiao.

Tong was still gasping for breath when he saw the white-furred zombie closing in on him. His face turned pale. When the Feral Tiger Guild brothers behind him saw this, not only did they not go forward to help, they even turned around and ran, wishing they could grow more legs. Flames of anger emerged from Tong Xiaoxiao's eyes, but they soon disappeared. In their place was an incomparable sense of disappointment and sadness. He closed his eyes and waited for death.

Bang –

A loud sound rang out, and unlike his previous muffled sound, it was much louder and louder. Tong Xiaoxiao opened her eyes in shock and just happened to see a wolf tooth arrow made of fine iron ejected out of the white-furred zombie's forehead. The heat from the collision was still dissipating, but what he paid attention to was not this, but that the wolf tooth arrow had actually bent.

He could not imagine how much strength would be needed to bend an arrow made of fine iron. A bloody hole appeared on the White Haired Zombie's forehead. Although it was less than a centimeter deep, it still gave players an incomparable amount of excitement.

The white-furred zombie was injured.

The significance of an invulnerable white-furred zombie and an injured white-furred zombie was completely different. The former meant that the zombie was invincible, while the latter meant that the zombie could be killed.

When Tong Xiaoxiao turned around, he saw that Liu Wei An's second arrow was as fast as lightning, piercing through the night like a bolt of lightning.

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