"Ah..."
The fierce battle was in full swing, and amidst the people of Bridge Town, a middle-aged man's weapon fell to the ground. He clutched his face and rolled on the ground, as if something was sticking to his face, causing him immense pain, and he was desperately trying to shake it off.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, that thing clung to him like a leech on bones, impossible to shake off, causing the man to wail in agony on the ground.
"Da Feng, what's wrong, Da Feng! Quick, support Da Feng!"
Meng Changwei wielded a broad-backed and sharp-pointed machete with great force. Seeing his comrade inexplicably injured, he, along with a few slashes and kicks, plus assistance from other comrades, immediately dragged the fallen Da Feng to the rear.
"Boss, this zombie seems odd!"
A comrade blocking the zombie horde to create a rescue opportunity for Meng Changwei noticed the zombie that injured Da Feng, his expression tightened, and he didn't dare to act rashly.
