C38 Doomsday Powerhouse's Little Ancestor 12

At the gas station, the sky was slightly dark, and the sun was no longer there. A man in tattered clothes stood up, his grayish-white eyes slightly narrowed, and the surrounding zombies subconsciously moved away from him.

He licked his lips and left. . .

Disappointed, he actually didn't die.

. . .

They drove for about two hours and got back on the highway. The sky was already completely dark