Fang Xiyue's Soul-Devouring Sword flew at lightning speed, slashing at the zombies that approached Zhao Liang.

But because of the male survivor, the number of zombies kept increasing, and he would drag Zhao Liang around aimlessly.

Zhao Liang felt that he was really going to die a humiliating death this time.

"Zhao Liang!"

Wang Hui's eyes widened as he looked in this direction and roared angrily.

He was running as fast as he could, but he couldn't catch up with the male survivor.

"Get out of my way!"

Just when Zhao Liang thought he was doomed, a roar was heard and he felt a lightness in his body.

The male survivor was thrown roughly to the ground, letting out a wail.

Zhao Liang turned his head and saw that it was Fang Xichen.

Zhao Liang was breathing heavily, whether from exhaustion or fear, it was hard to tell.

Wang Hui, who was on the other side, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

"Thanks, brother." This is a life-saving favor.

"How could you hit people? How could you hit my son? I'll fight you to the death!"

A middle-aged female survivor rushed out and slapped Fang Xichen.

Fang Xichen pushed her away forcefully, showing no mercy.

"Get out of the way! If it weren't for your son, my brother would never have almost died!!"

I'm telling you, I'm being merciful by not killing him. Get lost, and get as far away as possible.

They didn't say they were soldiers, so they didn't need to be morally pressured by others.

Even if I tell them, they won't accept it!

The woman was clearly frightened by Fang Xichen and quickly stepped back to help her son, who was still wailing on the ground, to the back.

However, the hatred and ruthlessness on the faces of the mother and son betrayed them.

Fang Xiyue saw it clearly: such a person could not be allowed to live.