On the road leading to the front-line battlefield, the devastated ground was filthy beyond measure. Everywhere lay thick sludge that could swallow a foot whole, formed from piles of zombie corpses washed apart by the Black Rain. Even the bodies of high-tier zombies could not remain intact beneath such terrifying rainfall; all of them had rotted and stunk, turning into vast stretches of foul mud.
During these two days of endlessly surging high-tier zombies, the Gear Formation behind them had also operated without pause. It had gone from initial chaos to flawless coordination, with everyone becoming thoroughly familiar with handling every situation.
Chu Han and the two hundred members of the Feather Slayer Squad stood in the mud. Like the main force operating the Gear Formation behind them, the Feather Slayer Squad had split into two groups to take turns guarding this battle line, with Xu Feng and Li Bifeng relieving one another.
As the overall battle commander, Chu Han had not closed his eyes for two days and two nights. Besides constantly monitoring the surrounding movements and occasionally fighting on the front line, he also had to remain in continual contact with the scouting teams that had returned to report several times.
The battle appeared to be raging fiercely, and everything was developing in a favorable direction. With the Gear Formation operating perfectly and the limited space on either side of the road, there was only one direction and only one path the zombies could take. No matter how many zombies charged in, it was futile.
Yet Chu Han did not relax his vigilance. Two days of intense concentration had left his brain feeling swollen to the point of exploding, his eyes bloodshot. Although few zombies could leave wounds on him, his body was already exhausted.
If this continued,