The Devourer stood there, staring at Leo.
If it had been human, it might have licked its lips—because that was exactly the expression it wore.
Zombies had their own kind of hunger, and eating something strong always seemed to satisfy them. Maybe they were greedy too.
But today, the Devourer's greed might just be its end—or at least, that's what everyone would have believed.
"Quite the hungry one, aren't you?" Leo said with a small chuckle.
He was clearly provoking it.
He enjoyed messing with these types. Ever since coming to China, he'd found these zombies more entertaining than the ones back home in the Middle East.
Maybe it was nostalgia.
Maybe it was habit.
But every time Leo came across one, he felt the urge to end it. It was like a twisted bond.
The Devourer let out a deep, rolling shriek. The air trembled with the force of it. Then, without warning, it lunged.
In just a second, it covered over a hundred meters, its claw reaching for Leo's neck.
