Since he was outside, Wang Qiang couldn't see the situation inside the house, but he didn't need to see it, because the huge commotion caused by the Zombie Dog already explained everything.

His hands quickly rested on the top of the external unit, and Wang Qiang knew he couldn't continue to delay like this, otherwise, in the next second he might reach the end of his fate.

Hands and feet exerted force almost simultaneously, and Wang Qiang leaped forward. At the same time, a black shadow also rushed out frantically from inside the house.

The well-developed limbs of the Zombie Dog hadn't degenerated like the zombies due to mutation; instead, the virus's transformation made its body muscles even more developed.

Roaring out like a cannonball, the Zombie Dog's eyes at this moment were fixed on one thing — the prey's thigh.

Without a doubt, this was the driving force propelling it forward! This was the fundamental drive for its movement!

Finally, the dog's body leapt into the air. At the same time, Wang Qiang was climbing upward.

This was a moment of time crossing, seeming like a giant balance hanging between the man and the dog.

As for whether the dog's mouth would bite Wang Qiang first, or Wang Qiang would escape first, no one could know.

But two seconds later, everything had reached its result!

One foot had successfully climbed onto the top of the external unit, and Wang Qiang had already believed he was about to "escape unscathed," yet the cruel reality left him feeling as though he fell into an ice cellar.

His right foot suddenly sank down, and Wang Qiang heard the sound of his pants tearing. He instinctively looked down, and his complexion instantly turned deathly pale.

The beast bit him, right underneath him. For a moment, Wang Qiang truly thought he was done for, but when he looked closely, he discovered it had bitten his pants leg. Escaping from death rekindled Wang Qiang's faith in survival, and driven by this belief, he instinctively began to forcefully kick his right leg.

You can imagine the terrifying strength a person can burst out with in such a perilous situation. Wang Qiang's right leg at this moment was like the chain-hammer on a demolition car, hitting the Zombie Dog swinging below him against the wall over and over again.

At the same time, the Zombie Dog below, driven by its bloodthirsty desire, was biting Wang Qiang's pants leg with all its might. No matter how it got slammed and collided, it showed no sign of letting go.

The battle instantly entered a stalemate, and Wang Qiang's body, driven by gravity, slowly descended bit by bit!

Seeing his brother being dragged by the Zombie Dog almost out of the unit and about to fall to the ground, Tang Xiaoquan's heart was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

But at this moment, besides cheering and encouraging him, he had no other choice!

With adrenaline surging exponentially, Wang Qiang's tense nerves had reached the peak.

Fear, horror, and the threat of death continuously invaded his brain, and just when these negative thoughts were about to break Wang Qiang's last defense and crush his rationality, Wang Qiang's obstinate and explosive temper suddenly played a reversing role at this critical moment!

"F**k your mother! Dog-faced beast, you want to play with me, don't you! Fine! Your grandpa Tang will play with you! Not afraid to die, huh! Don't know pain, huh! Damn it, I don't believe it!"

Somehow gathering strength, Wang Qiang pushed hard with both hands, managing to lift both himself and the dog onto the top of the unit.

Once he turned himself upright, Wang Qiang glanced at the "dog skin plaster" still tightly wrapped around his pant leg, and instantly a surge of indefinable fury rose.

Kill it! This was the unanimous thought of all Wang Qiang's neurons at the moment.

No more to say, with his body upright, Wang Qiang was no longer concerned with falling, and the strength he exerted in throwing naturally couldn't compare to earlier.

His right leg, bearing powerful qi of anger, swung back and forth in the air, while the Zombie Dog hung mid-air like a boat in the ocean, bobbing left and right, up and down, occasionally crashing against nearby "wave walls."

Yet despite this, it still desperately clung to Wang Qiang's pants leg, indeed showing a kind of heroic spirit of "Let the storm rage, I stand unmoved".

Perhaps seeing the fearless, death-defying state of its fellow, the zombies below the iron railing danced with excitement.

Whether they were cheering the dog on or frustrated by the unattainable feast was unclear.

Suddenly, amidst the vigorous howls of the zombies, a human voice sounded. Always closely watching the window, Tang Xiaoquan found his brother's missile: "Qiangzi, stop messing with it! Kick with your left foot!"

The call awakened him from his trance, almost driven crazy by the zombie dog's persistence and the bizarre durability of his pants leg, Wang Qiang felt like a desert traveler finding an oasis.

He immediately glared and shouted: "Screw you, dog spawn! Taste this!"

With that, Wang Qiang lowered his gaze, seized the opportunity, and kicked angrily at the dog's canine teeth.

"Damn, just because your bite is strong, huh!" Kick!

"Want to bite me, huh!" Kick again!

"Still not letting go, huh!" Continue kicking!

Wang Qiang himself couldn't determine how many kicks he landed in the past minute, because eventually he was just driven by instinct, repetitively doing two movements: raising, lowering.

But what was the outcome of his efforts?

A sense of powerlessness rose in Wang Qiang's heart. He believed he had used all his strength and tried all tactics, yet the zombie dog's resilience far exceeded his imagination; it was even tougher than a "cockroach." No matter how hard he struck, he couldn't remove it. So...

Though unwilling to admit it, Wang Qiang was defeated.

The powerlessness started to spread in his heart, and Wang Qiang felt fatigue, as the mechanical frequency of his kicking right leg gradually slowed.

Sweat slid uncontrollably down his cheeks, and just when Wang Qiang was about to give up, an unexpected turn hit.

"Rip," a crisp tearing sound, which Wang Qiang absolutely couldn't hear unless he was fully focused on his pants leg.

With the sound appearing, Wang Qiang's tense face slowly floated a faint curve.

The black shadow fell downward, its flailing legs expressing its bewilderment.

Yes, how could its dull brain understand why the prey it had persistently bitten for so long suddenly drifted away from it?

Not only it, but even Wang Qiang himself was surprised by the scene before him for quite a while, because the quality of that pants leg was truly somewhat...

"Qiangzi! Come up quickly!"

Amidst Tang Xiaoquan's anxious urging from above, Wang Qiang's body momentarily trembled, pulling him back from daze to reality. He then instinctively glanced at the Zombie Dog about to fall to the ground, and flipped to climb upward toward the roof...

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