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Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Fang Heng was transmigrated to a parallel world and his soul was forced into the body of a man who had just committed suicide. Huh? What? Every human here was being forced to join a game? Those who refused would be killed? Wait? This suicide dude was a pro gamer? He had the highest S-rank talent sill, the Zombie Clone? Damn! The S-rank skill evolved! My zombie clones could auto hunt! [Your zombie army has crafted Wooden Axe x720 when you were offline. You have received 1921 experience points for the Basic Crafting skill.] [Your zombie army has chopped down 27,821 trees and gathered 128,973 pieces of wood while you were offline. You have received 2,171,921 experience points for the Basic Wood Chopping skill.] Just as the rest of the players were struggling to survive in the zombie apocalyptic game, Fang Heng's zombie clones were starting to clear every resource out of the forest. Hm... What an interesting game!

Empire Black Knight · Games
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Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Large amounts of the Seed of Faram actually directly crushed into Cole's firewall!

Blood!

Fang Heng's eyelids twitched when he saw the blood mixture that exploded. He reached out his hand almost instinctively and gathered his mental strength to control the blood.

The exploded flesh and blood were once again under Fang Heng's control. It continued to gather in the air, forming a huge ball of blood.

Cole's scalp went numb when he saw so many Hell Farams.

"Not good, Fang Heng. There are too many Seeds of Faram here."

"Yes, retreat first!"

There were too many Seeds of Faram, and Fang Heng, who was controlling the blood, felt immense pressure for the first time.

He couldn't take it anymore.

In just a short moment, the blood blob in the air had a diameter of two meters. It had already reached his maximum control limit!

He couldn't be greedy this time. If he continued to be greedy, he would be gone.