The wounds on Xiao Yi's body were crisscrossed, like a hideous spider web crawling all over his body. Each wound was constantly oozing blood, and the bright red blood flowed out, flowing down his skin, and gathered at his feet into a shocking pool of blood.

The muscles at the wound were torn, exposing the tender inner skin. The pain that penetrated his bones spread throughout his body like an electric current. Every slight movement would trigger a sharp pain, as if countless sharp knives were stirring his wound fiercely.

The pain nearly drove him unconscious. Blurred visions began to appear before his eyes, and the world seemed to be shaky and unsteady. His head felt like it was being hammered by a sledgehammer, and waves of dizziness washed over him, nearly knocking him down.

However, he still clenched his teeth, and the clenched teeth made a clattering sound, as if he wanted to chew up all the pain and swallow it in his stomach. His lips were bitten, and blood mixed with saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, but he ignored it.

Although his eyes were blurred by the pain, the determination and resolve within them never wavered. Every time he was about to collapse from the pain, he would roar inwardly to encourage himself, forcing himself to stand up straight and continue fighting.

The weapon in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, but he held it tightly, not letting it loose even a little. Even though his arms were shaking uncontrollably, he relied on his tenacious willpower to swing the weapon at the savage zombies again and again.

His body was on the verge of breaking point, but his will was like a raging fire, burning brighter and brighter, supporting him to keep fighting in this endless pain and never fall down.

Just when Xiao Yi felt that he was about to collapse and the whole world began to shake and collapse before his eyes, fate seemed to cast a faint ray of light for him in despair.

His eyes, almost distracted by extreme fatigue and pain, inadvertently swept across the messy ground. In a hidden corner, a passage leading to the underground suddenly appeared.

The entrance to the passage was half-covered by a tattered wooden board, with some debris and rubble scattered around. If he hadn't happened to glance at it at this critical moment, he probably wouldn't have been able to discover it at all.

Xiao Yi used up his last bit of strength and staggered towards the passage. His steps were weak, and every step felt like stepping on cotton, and he might fall at any time.

When he finally reached the entrance to the passage and pushed aside the worn wooden board with his trembling hands, a stale, damp smell hit him in the face. He ignored it, and a spark of hope instantly ignited in his eyes.

He bent down with difficulty, trying to see the situation in the passage clearly. But at this time, his vision was already blurred, and he could only see that the passage seemed to be filled with darkness and unknown.