The sudden stillness of the zombie horde elicited vastly different reactions from all sides.
The zombie horde stood quietly, including the group over at Xiaobu's side, seemingly sensing something as well, prompting them to halt.
For the Corpse King, what was about to happen was more important than the siege.
On Zheng Jinnan's side, he seized every moment to reinforce the city's defenses, secretly rejoicing, thinking that Hua Wushuang had succeeded and a turning point had come in the siege.
Along the riverfront, the foreigners who had been resisting the rat tide lay scattered, either crying or laughing loudly, completely devoid of any grace, celebrating their survival in the most primitive manner.
Ye Fan watched the screen from the spy satellite, feeling a painful throb in his heart as the green dots disappeared.
"Damn it! After all this time in the apocalypse, I've never had a woman. Just when I finally found one, she dies here. There's no way I'm letting you off!"
