Zhu Yuanqing left the tent with the long knife he had taken from Han Liang in his hand. He swung his arm and made several chopping movements.
The feel is average, but barely usable.
The center of the camp was deserted, with people huddled together in groups of three or four, while others were desperately climbing onto parked vehicles, one on top of the other.
"Let me up!"
"Stop pushing! Get out of my way!"
…
Zhu Yuanqing ignored the chaotic crowd and ran towards the place where the gunfire was most frequent.
As soon as the dense black shadows appeared in his eyes, Zhu Yuanqing smelled a foul odor in the air, like pork that had rotted and grown maggots due to being left for a long time.
The closer you get, the more distinct the smell becomes.
At the same time, the gunshots gradually slowed down and became regular under the different flame shapes in the air.
Zhu Yuanqing saw the man rushing in front at a glance.
There are all kinds of supernatural powers all around, including earth walls rising from the ground, vines flying in the air, and even water and ice.
But next to Kong Wenhan, there was only a sea of fire. A tall man stood in the middle with a sniper rifle on his shoulder. The smell of burning continued to emanate from the one-meter-wide wall of fire.
He almost cleared half of the battlefield by himself, while protecting his weaker teammates behind the wall of fire.
However, from Zhu Yuanqing's perspective, in addition to the large numbers of zombies in front of him, there were even more groups of zombies rushing towards this side nearby.
This group of people is like steaming meat buns on the table.
If we don't get out of this predicament quickly, no one here, including myself, will be able to escape.
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