The zombie horde kept coming relentlessly, and at this moment, the air seemed to turn viscous. The intense pressure made the soldiers feel difficult to breathe. Ghost Head's face was slightly flushed; it felt as if his automatic breathing had switched to manual mode, subconsciously holding his breath instead.
"Relax!" Ghost Head was at a loss, glancing around to find someone who felt the same way. Just then, a soldier with a square face shouted, seemingly addressing him.
Ghost Head looked at the soldier and nodded. It was his first time at such an event; the tension of facing the massive zombie horde made his movements awkward. Brother Shi next to him was the same, his face pale, but his eyes held a mix of fear and determination.
Hoo~
