A few survivors from Chaihe Town watched as several rag-clad figures emerged from the devilish vines ahead, whispering among themselves:
"Could these guys have come from Hualin Town? That would be something."
"Isn't that the truth? A while ago, Brother Little Sky tried to go to Mudanjiang City but was whipped back by those devilish vines. He was bedridden for a day before he could get back on his feet."
"Let's see how this pans out. We don't know how capable the remaining ones are. If they're all Level 2 professionists, perhaps the Cross-river dragon has come."
"What Cross-river dragon? I wish they were stronger. The stronger they are, the better they can help us escape those zombies. Otherwise, we won't have many good days left."
As soon as these words were spoken, a heavy silence fell over the group.
Thinking of the zombie horde currently occupying Chaihe Town, and the terrifying Corpse King, they pinned their hopes on Wen Yu and his companions.
