'How stupid of me to forget that.'
Because he had long gotten used to just think of Xermo as the same with Zombie (thanks to all the movies he had watched), he completely forgot that there were still some clear differences. The Xermo was still essentially human beings, which meant that they still needed what humans needed.
However, imagining them as humans would hurt one's consciences.
After all, it was harder to kill other people compared to monster, that was if they could just imagine these Xermo as monster.
"Huh? It's not hard." The cowboy man waved his hand and turned around. Other people wouldn't notice but William could see that his skin was a bit pale. There was also trace of sweat that was covered as water.
'Did his ability take toll on his body?'
Rrr!