Apocalypse Boss's Zero-Cost Hell Mode

(Apocalypse + Rebirth + Space + Hoarding + Ruthless Character + Golden Finger)

Xiao Yi, a ruthless King of Soldiers who struggled for five years in the apocalypse, was betrayed by his comrade...

Chapter 665 Injured

This discovery made Xiao Yi's heartbeat suddenly speed up, and his tired brain instantly cleared up a bit. His eyes were fixed on the weakness, and his brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to use this rare opportunity to break through the siege.

While Xiao Yi continued to struggle against the attacks of the zombies around him, he quietly adjusted his position and posture to prepare for the next action. At this moment, the desire to survive was rekindled in his heart, and that force supported his shaky body, ready to launch a final fight.

He took a deep breath and gathered all the remaining strength in his body. Every muscle was tensed to the extreme, as if it was about to break.

Xiao Yi's eyes burned with a determination to risk everything, which was the endless courage inspired by the strong desire for life.

He roared, his voice full of anger and indomitable spirit, like a brave warrior charging on the battlefield.

He kicked his foot hard, sending dust and gravel flying everywhere. Like an arrow shot from a bow, he rushed towards the zombie group's weak spot without hesitation.

He swung the long knife in his hand in front of him, forming a sharp light and shadow, trying to open a way out for himself.

Xiao Yi's speed was extremely fast, and the sound of wind whistled in his ears. His heart beat like a drum, and his breathing was as rapid as a bellows, but his pace did not slow down at all.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to consist of only him and the weakness that determined his life or death. There was nothing else in his eyes but that glimmer of hope.

Xiao Yi swung his long sword with the force of the wind. The sharp blade traced sharp arcs through the air, accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, as if it could cut all obstacles in its path in half. His arm muscles were tense, and each swing was full of power, precise and swift. Wherever the long sword touched, the zombies' limbs were ruthlessly severed, and black blood splattered everywhere.

At the same time, bullets from the submachine gun in his hand continued to pour out. The gun body was slightly hot from the continuous firing, and the rapid firing sounded particularly harsh in the deadly wilderness. Xiao Yi's eyes were firm and cold. He stared at the surging zombies, his finger on the trigger, never relaxing for a moment.

Bullets rained down like raindrops, forming a dense barrage. The zombies at the front were instantly riddled with holes, their heads exploding and their bodies falling. But the zombies behind continued to charge forward recklessly, as if driven by some sinister force.

Xiao Yi didn't flinch at all. He moved nimbly, avoiding the zombies' attacks while continuing to shoot and swing his knife frantically. His breathing was rapid, and sweat soaked his clothes, but his fighting spirit became stronger. In this life-or-death moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to survive. For that glimmer of hope, for the sake of that peaceful valley, he had to destroy these demons before him.

As time passed, the number of zombies gradually decreased, and Xiao Yi's physical strength was almost exhausted. But with his tenacious perseverance, he persevered to the last moment. When the last zombie fell at his feet, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, his body swaying a few times, and almost collapsed to the ground. However, he knew that this was only a temporary victory. In this apocalyptic world, the danger would never disappear... After a thrilling and fierce battle, Xiao Yi, like a blood-soaked god of war, finally succeeded in breaking through the zombie swarm's iron-clad encirclement.

His body was covered with fresh wounds, and blood was gushing out, mixing with the dirty blood of the zombies, flowing down his body and gathering into a shocking pool of blood at his feet.

The blade of the long knife in his hand had been bent, and the bullets in the submachine gun had all been used up. The corpses of zombies lay scattered all around him.

But at this moment Xiao Yi was exhausted. His legs could no longer support the weight of his body. With a "thump", he fell heavily to the ground.

Lying on the cold, hard ground, Xiao Yi gasped for breath. Every breath was accompanied by severe pain in his lungs, as if his chest was about to be torn apart.

His throat was so dry it was about to smoke, and his eyes were too exhausted to open. His hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead, and his face was covered in dust and blood.

Xiao Yi's chest heaved violently, and every breath he took was like a difficult struggle. He looked up at the sky, his eyes revealing his gratitude for surviving the disaster and his infinite attachment to life.

The surrounding scene was a horrific mess. Everywhere he looked, the ground was littered with the twisted, deformed, and mutilated corpses of zombies.

Some zombies' heads rolled to the side, their empty eye sockets staring straight at the sky; some zombies' bodies were chopped into several pieces, revealing disgusting internal organs and rotten flesh at the broken parts; and some zombies' limbs were twisted at weird angles, as if they were branches that were roughly broken.

The dark red blood gathered into small pools on the ground, flowing slowly, soaking the soil and emitting a strong, pungent fishy smell.

The zombies' clothing fragments and broken limbs mixed together, forming a chaotic and terrifying picture.

The ground was trampled into countless messy tracks, muddy with dirt and blood. Some zombies' fingers were still twitching unconsciously, as if the shadow of death had not yet completely dissipated.

In this dead ruin, Xiao Yi lay on the ground, and everything around him silently told the story of the fierce and cruel battle that had just taken place.

Xiao Yi just stared at the sky quietly. The azure sky seemed both familiar and strange to him. His eyes were a little empty, and his thoughts were like a wild horse running wild.

In his heart, the relief of having survived the disaster surged like a tide. Recalling the thrilling fight with the zombies just now, every moment seemed to be still before his eyes. The feeling of having just narrowly escaped death made his body tremble slightly.

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