Crackle, splat, swish...
Zhang Su's breathing was like a dragon's, with his cardio capacity at maximum. In the freezing cold, his nose was a bit stuffed, so he resorted to breathing through his mouth, allowing for greater intake. His blood surged through his veins, frantically transporting oxygen to every cell, and his entire body was steaming from the heat generated by his body's mechanical frenzy.
Faced with the overwhelming horde of zombies and his comrades desperately waiting for rescue on the other side, he fought with all his might!
No matter the ordinary zombies or the ones that had been strengthened to a certain extent, given the current level of intensity, as long as Zhang Su's stamina allowed, he could keep killing, killing, killing!
Fortunately, his stamina was quite abundant, his Energy Slot still had eighty-two percent left, and once it dropped to a level he couldn't sustain, there were two Backup Energy Slots below!
