The strength reaching a certain level can indeed crush the advantage of numbers. At least, Su Changxing still doesn't feel any pressure.
"Donor Su, are you still okay? I see the zombies are increasing."
The monk asked worriedly, sensing that something was wrong, as if they had no way out.
Su Changxing swung his blade casually, "Weihuo, don't worry, I definitely won't let you die here. If you have to die, it will be by my own hands."
The monk calmed himself slightly, trying his best to deal with the zombies at the side. After the position collapsed, his strength was reduced by at least half, but he was still stronger than the average person.
As the battle continued,
Su Changxing felt the cells in his body were being continuously activated, his blade swinging faster and faster, causing the undead tide to briefly stall.
During this time, two relatively large Extraordinary Zombies appeared, but for him, it made no big difference, just required a bit more effort.
