“Roar—”
A bowl-sized hole gaped in its chest, yet even as it lay prone, the corpse howled furiously, attempting to rise again.
“Boom!”
Zhou Ming gave it no chance.
Seeing that the creature could still move, he aimed and blew its head apart.
In an instant, its skull burst like a smashed tomato, leaving a headless corpse sprawled across the passage.
“Looks like when I get back from the ruins, I need to reach the Gunfighter realm as soon as possible—ideally mastering the Thunder Type-3 Revolver.”
For the first time, Zhou Ming had needed a follow-up shot with the Thunder Type-2 Revolver, and the thought of the Type-3 made his blood surge with longing.
That revolver model could only be wielded, even once, by top-tier Gunfighters—those who had mastered both firearm arts and martial arts to the pinnacle level of the Alliance.
Even at Qinshan Base, no one sold that model; one had to go to a major base and request a custom order directly from the Thunder Revolver manufacturer.
It truly proved the saying: “All fear stems from insufficient firepower.”
Fortunately, Zhou Ming had trained in the New Martial Arts Beast King Body technique; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been capable of firing the Thunder Type-2 Revolver twice in quick succession.
“I didn’t think that intel report was actually true…”
Recalling the information he had bought, Zhou Ming had assumed the reference was to some sort of biohazard-type creature.
He hadn’t expected it to literally mean zombies.
Only such beings could survive in total darkness, in an environment utterly devoid of food.
At the same time, he thought of the Alliance’s suppressed information about the Beast Spirit Sorcerer profession—perhaps this occupation was related to such creatures.
The only good news was that these monsters were physical entities, not spectral beings from myth.
“Looks like I’ll have to handle these things myself.”
Zhou Ming muttered to himself as he looked at the corpse.
Although the undead’s strength didn’t surpass that of a low-grade Ferocious Beast, Zhou Ming’s tamed beasts were completely restrained by such creatures.
Inkband’s venom couldn’t paralyze them, Vermilion Jade’s fine bone blades couldn’t deliver fatal damage—the only real threat he had against them was his Thunder Type-2 Revolver.
Thankfully, he’d brought plenty of specialized bullets.
With monsters like this around, Zhou Ming dared not run recklessly anymore.
Since the snakes couldn’t detect these dead creatures, he intended to test whether the Radar Sensory Domain could. If it couldn’t, the danger level of this ruin had just multiplied several times over.
After a quick inspection of the corpse, Zhou Ming found its dried, bronze-colored skin to be incredibly tough. Coupled with its explosive power earlier, he understood how dangerous these walking corpses were.
Meanwhile, his right arm burned with pain. He needed to find a safe place to rest briefly—so he’d have the strength to fight back the next time he encountered such a creature.
Through the Radar Sensory Domain, Zhou Ming sensed several people approaching, drawn by the earlier commotion.
Not wanting to stir further trouble, he slipped away under the Domain’s guidance, leaving only the remains of a headless corpse behind.