[Death Crash] was used continuously, plowing a path of blood.

More than five hundred hellhounds moved. They were like a red cloud, and the zombies under them had their heads bitten off one by one.

The crawlers crawled wildly on the building and rushed forward. After approaching the poisonous scorpion, they leapt up one by one, rushed towards the poisonous scorpion, and then struck the poisonous scorpion with their sharp legs.

In the blink of an eye, the poisonous scorpion was drowned by the zombies.

When the tyrant approached, the poisonous scorpion was covered with wounds and liquid was oozing out.

A group of tyrants surrounded the poisonous scorpion, using their hands and feet.

Watching this kind of group fight makes Zhou Qiang so enjoyable.

"It should be stable."

Zhou Qiang smiled, flapped his wings, and flashed in the sky thirty meters away. After crossing a street, Zhou Qiang flew past the building and looked inside the building.

He is looking for the nest.

As Zhou Qiang expected, a minute later, he received a reminder of the death of the poisonous scorpion, and obtained the tenth piece of the poisonous scorpion.

In a wedding photography studio, Zhou Qiang also discovered traces of a brood nest.

"Snapped!"
Chapter completed!