The white truck was like a dividing line. On one side stood the humans; on the other, the zombie horde. The humans were standing there perfectly fine, without even having to lift a finger, while the zombies on the other side had already become heaps of corpses. They covered half the bridge, piled together like a small mountain.
Over a hundred people stood on the crowded bridge. What should have been a noisy scene was now so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. No one could say a word, as if their throats had been clutched shut. Their eyes were wide, their mouths hung extravagantly open, and their jaws were practically about to hit the ground.
"You came too late."
Chu Han's voice was calm and quiet, as casual as ordinary conversation. He was not even out of breath, yet in the dead silence, every word rang out with exceptional clarity.
It was impossible to imagine that just seconds ago, he had used that heavy iron axe to smash open a zombie's head. It was equally impossible to accept the horrifying number of zombie corpses behind him. Yet he simply turned around so calmly, without even blinking, as if he had merely done something utterly ordinary.
Five people had wiped out a zombie horde that had sent more than a hundred of them fleeing in panic? And that young man had dealt with most of them alone, using nothing but an iron axe?
Was he even human?
How had he done it?
Everything before them felt like a dream, so unreal that everyone stood frozen in shock.
Cheng Xianguo's jaw had gone sore from hanging open in astonishment. His heart pounded again and again, yet he could not figure out what was happening. This should have been impossible,