"Gather together, don't spread out, on top of the pile of corpses."
Tan Qing swung his steel spear, sweeping it across to hunt down the oncoming zombies, directing the formation. Solo fighting was simply unsustainable in the face of so many zombies.
Only through unity and cooperation was there hope.
Though such hope was fleeting, at least... it could buy them a little time.
...
Yellow City.
Click!
"That's a great shot."
Lin Fan was quite pleased with the photo he had just taken, of a Mutated Tyrant lying on the ground.
For the sake of authenticity in his photography, he hadn't killed the Mutated Tyrant but instead had chopped off its limbs, leaving it to lie there. Seeing its split-open chest was revolting, as though it could stuff a person into its ribcage and chew them up.
Photo session over.
He crushed the head of the Mutated Tyrant with his foot.
He obtained a crystal.
Just as he was about to continue his clean-up.
A steel beast appeared.
"What a coincidence."
