"Boom! Boom..."

Shortly after Han Feng gave the order, the deafening sound of bombing sounded again in the tide of corpses.

"Shua..."

Among the corpses, Han Feng's swing of the knife gradually slowed down. The effectiveness of the gene-quick recovery potion began to show a downward trend.

To put it bluntly...it's just that the efficacy of the recovery potion can't keep up with Han Feng's consumption.

The recovery potion not only restores Han Feng's physical strength, but also restores the blood in his body. Nothing can be seen for a short time, but as time goes by... Han Feng's decline will gradually be revealed.

Sensing his own situation, Han Feng stayed one kilometer away from the west city wall and stopped going deeper.

At this moment, Han Feng's main target is level five zombies.

Although his strength is no longer at its peak, he can still deal with mere level five zombies!

Every few minutes, Han Feng would turn on his God's Vision and observe the boundaries of the zombie tide in the distance. But...every time, Han Feng would turn off his God's Vision in frustration.

With a cold face, Han Feng kept doing mechanical movements - chopping...

Perhaps the only "good news" is that if you kill one more zombie now, there will be one less zombie when you "mine" the city in the future...

Taking advantage of the current "big gathering" of zombies, it can be regarded as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Thinking of the optimistic direction, the knife in Han Feng's hand unknowingly sped up a bit.

Two hours later...

The bright sun at noon has passed, and the time has arrived in the afternoon.

So far, Han Feng has summoned five hundred terrorists.

Under the continuous bombardment, most of the city buildings in sight have been reduced to ruins.

Behind him, the sound of firing on the west wall also stopped completely half an hour ago...

Han Feng, who had been injected with countless quick-recovery potions, was still wandering among the zombies, slashing.

Fighting with Han Feng were Liu Zhe, Master Zhi, Tanya Natasha and others who were going up and down again and again...

In addition to these people, hundreds of Red Police soldiers also went into battle carrying "cold weapons" - fire axes and machetes.

In order to collect hundreds of swords, Bo Lao searched for almost all the machetes in the city. In the end, some red police soldiers were holding watermelon knives, kitchen knives and other blades from residents' homes.

Those Red Alert soldiers who were accidentally bitten were injected with the wild beast serum they carried with them and continued to fight and kill...

This battle, by this stage, has become a white-hot bayonet battle.

Zombies, living people... were mixed together. Broken limbs and minced meat were mixed into a pool, evenly spread over every corner of the city...

At this moment, Han Feng's every breath was filled with gas mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.

At first, this was the best "stimulant". But at this moment... Han Feng just wanted to find a tree pit and "spit it out"...

But the zombies haven't been eliminated yet, so Han Feng doesn't dare to slack off...

As time went by, hours flew by.

When the dusk of the setting sun enveloped the earth, Han Feng, who was holding a knife, was like a robot, and his eyes had long lost any expression.

Numbness, machinery, and sluggishness filled Han Feng's eyes. Coupled with the scarlet color of blood rage, it gave people the illusion of a "dummy".

From about ten o'clock in the morning to this time, Han Feng's blood rage has been activated for more than ten hours.

Perhaps it was the inexplicable persistence in his heart that kept Han Feng strong until this moment.

The blood seeping out from Han Feng's body is no longer as bright red as before. Instead, it is a pink liquid...

He didn't drink a drop of water or eat a grain of rice for a day. He really relied solely on the effects of the medicine to support him.

far away, city hinterland

, in a tall building that Han Feng could not observe, a level 7 zombie stood on the rooftop and looked at Han Feng quietly...

"about there……"

Looking at Han Feng and then at the sky, the level 7 zombie raised his head and muttered to himself...

"Woo..."

"Woo...Woo..."

"Roar!!!"

Very far away, level seven zombies screamed strange sounds.

The next moment, every zombie echoed this voice and burst into roars.

"!!!"

Hearing this slightly familiar tone, Han Feng's eyes widened as if he were waking up from a dream! The numb and dull expression also disappeared at this moment, replaced by extreme caution... and panic.

But... something unexpected happened to Han Feng!

After the zombies roared in front of them, they turned around and started to leave. This was quite different from the "riot" that Han Feng had in mind.

"Whoosh! Huh..."

"This this……"

Jumping to a high place in two or three steps, Han Feng looked at the evacuating zombies and was speechless for a long time.

A few minutes later, Han Feng could no longer see any zombies within his sight.

Looking back blankly, the expressions of everyone outside the West City were no better than his own.

"Hey...chi"

Jumping off the high platform, Han Feng stepped on the ground covered with corpses, making a grating sound.

"Er..."

Holding the knife, Han Feng, who immediately relieved his blood rage, almost fell down. He gritted his teeth and persisted before straightening his legs...

At this moment, Han Feng experienced what "thousands of ants eating bones" meant!

The whole body, every muscle, every bone, every cell... is trembling with extreme exhaustion...

Taking staggering steps, Han Feng told himself every step he took: "It's almost... we will enter the city soon..."

This section of the journey was extremely difficult for Han Feng.

The already sore legs, coupled with the slippery road surface... If Han Feng hadn't been suffering from mysophobia, otherwise...

"Hold on! Wait for me!"

Suddenly, a sonorous female voice sounded in front of him.

He raised his head to look for the sound and saw Lin Lan holding a three-pointed military thorn in both hands.

Arriving at Han Feng's side, Lin Lan snatched the Crazy Knife from his hand, wanting to share some of Han Feng's weight.

"Ah...bang..."

But little did he know...the Crazy Knife, which weighed more than eighty kilograms, slipped directly from Lin Lan's hand and was slapped on the ground.

"Don't worry about the knife for now... help me back!"

Covering his heart, Han Feng stared with bloodshot eyes and said.

"What’s wrong with you?!"

Seeing Han Feng like this, Lin Lan was frightened.

"I...I don't know...my heart, my heart suddenly hurts..."

As he spoke, Han Feng's hand covering his heart tightened...

"well!"

Lin Lan turned back to look at the crazy knife on the ground, then turned to look at Han Feng, and finally gritted his teeth and carried Han Feng on his back!

"You, just support me, just...just..."

On Lin Lan's back, Han Feng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his mouth.

Han Feng knew... Lin Lan was pregnant now, and she had been fighting for such a long time...

"What happened to you……"

Beneath him, Han Feng could feel Lin Lan's body trembling slightly...

"I don't know...I don't know..."

After speaking with a sigh of relief, Han Feng suddenly felt...this pain...familiar!!!

I got it

!It’s Energy Ⅶ! It’s the pain in the heart after being injected with Energy Ⅶ!!!

"Luna! What's going on?!"

Han Feng, who had no clue, asked Luna in his mind.
To be continued...