He stepped forward, reaching out to strangle the zombie's neck, and with a swift motion of his hand, the beast's skull was split open by a dull blade.
The third wave of defense finally ended, and as the last zombie fell, Tang Xiaoquan's weary body slumped in exhaustion.
With his hands on his knees, Tang Xiaoquan panted heavily, his heaving chest making a "huff huff" sound.
Tiredness was his only feeling at the moment, the almost unending battle had drained him completely.
However...
"Damn it! Guys, look quickly!"
Wenquan Xin's urgent shout came from behind, and just by listening to his tone, Tang Xiaoquan knew nothing good was coming.
Sure enough, when he looked up, a large moving mass of "rotten flesh" was emerging from behind the opposite building, easily numbering in the dozens.
