Swamp

Flames and piercing shrieks instantly engulfed the half-human, half-fish-frog monster, burning across its body and slightly slowing the people behind it.

Taking advantage of the rare opening, Zhang Heng shoved the Hunting Rifle back into his backpack, turned, and ran toward the other end of the corridor.

Fabrikot had already hooked the window ledge with his grappling claw and climbed out. Gripping the rope with both hands, he slowly made his way down the wall. He looked up along the way and saw Zhang Heng climb out after him.

Zhang Heng moved swiftly and had already climbed down to Fabrikot's position without needing the rope.

Zhang Heng glanced at the cluster of monsters below, calling to their companions with strange syllables, then said to the still-hesitant Fabrikot, "You'd better hurry. If things get dire, I won't wait for you."

After saying that, Zhang Heng loosened up a little, shifted his backpack to his chest, bent his calves, and launched himself over the monsters below. He landed precisely on the roof opposite them, with the backpack cushioning much of the impact.

Of course, there was a downside. Zhang Heng checked the two Molotov cocktails at his side and found that, despite the protection, one had still shattered.

Fabrikot did not dare delay any longer. He lacked Zhang Heng's explosive power and balance, but he still had the rope. Clutching it tightly, he tried to imitate Zhang Heng, kicking off the wall with the soles of his feet. After three attempts, he felt he had built up enough momentum and released the rope on his next swing.

In the end, Fabrikot also landed successfully on the rooftop, but nowhere near as effortlessly as Zhang Heng had.

He landed on his back, and his luck was poor as well. His landing spot happened