The Zombie King's gaze remained fixed on the cub. Although Long Qian couldn't understand the zombies' roars, he could still sense the Zombie King's malice towards the cub.

Long Qian frowned, his killing intent growing stronger.

Although the cub was held tightly in its father's arms and could not see what was happening outside, it could smell the increasingly strong scent of its father's blood, and the warmth was almost soaking into the cub's body.

Long Qian is about to give up.

He cannot hold on; the refuge city will fall and collapse.

Long Qian could only untie the cub. Before he died, Long Qian didn't even have time to be reluctant. He could only race against time to send the cub away so that it could live and escape from here.

But just then, the mutated cat from before darted out again and snatched the cub from his hands.

This is the cub's request to the main system, asking for the system's help.

The cub didn't want to see its father die.

So the raccoon carrying its cub let out a provocative roar at the zombie king, which lured the zombie king to change its target. A group of zombies also retreated in droves, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

They were all seriously injured at this moment, and could only watch helplessly as Long Qian desperately chased after the cubs, but could only hold onto the gun handles and watch the zombies and cubs disappear into the distance.

Next up is the battle between Qianyuan and the Zombie King.

Qianyuan could finally unleash her full potential and endlessly absorb the zombies' energy.

Although excessive absorption causes Qianyuan pain, she never backs down from such matters in order to protect her family.

Watching the cub's body disappear from the spot, a slender, supple arm appeared, followed by a flawless, snow-white body.

He dug out the Zombie King's crystal core and ate it. His blood-stained face still didn't look eerie. His clear ruby ​​eyes only made people think of fallen angels and lost holiness.

It is the beauty of the apocalypse that tempts people to rush headlong into death.

White hair and red eyes, like the Grim Reaper.