Chapter 66
Ray paid no mind to the potential consequences of engaging in a battle with the zombies. It wasn't that he was immune to the corrosive poison in the zombies' blood. Rather, he had taken precautions by wearing a special costume, and his body control was exceptional, which instilled him with natural confidence.
Shret!
Shret!
Shret!
Ray's armless hands transformed into sharp claws with an eerie appearance, resembling eagle talons. It was evident that Ray had diligently studied and honed his skills during his recent days.
Each zombie he slashed met an instant demise, as his attacks were now even stronger than before. At that moment, a familiar sensation of freshness washed over Ray's mind. This feeling arose from the absorption of the nearby dead souls.
"Ah, I was merely testing it out, but I never expected the results to be this remarkable, even with the souls of unstable zombies!" Ray exclaimed with praise, continuing his relentless assault.