"Finally, I still waited for this, finally..."
Yuwen couldn't hold on any longer, but he just didn't collapse, he didn't even sit on the ground, stubbornly holding onto the stainless steel railing and the steel rod. His thought was simple: if an old man like him was fighting, how could they, a group of young and middle-aged, relax?
The battle was nearing its end, and finally, the number of surviving zombies was fewer than the fighters, drawing more attention to Zhang Su's combat.
Like a beacon in the dark, it was impossible not to notice, described in two words: dazzling.
In the past, Zhang Su would always try to conserve energy, not letting others know the true extent of his combat strength, but now he couldn't hold back his power. Not only could he not hold back, but he even wished he had greater strength.
From the moment he jumped out of the vehicle to assign tasks to this moment, more than five minutes had passed!
