The deeper Li Wei went into the parking garage, the heavier the rotten stench became, nearly suffocating her.
Li Wei held her breath and slipped soundlessly between the abandoned vehicles. Soon, the area ahead opened up.
Not far away, five grotesque monsters wreathed in thick black miasma were surrounding four martial artists dressed in dark-green combat uniforms.
The monsters had long since broken free of anything resembling human creation, leaving only bloated tumors and wildly disproportionate limbs.
Most stood over two meters tall, with some nearing three meters. They were clearly second-order Abyss monsters.
Of the four martial artists, three were desperately holding the line, each bearing injuries of varying severity.
The most seriously wounded had a gaping wound in his side. Blood had soaked through his combat uniform, his face was pale, and his movements were sluggish. Every block was excruciatingly difficult.
Another had his back to the battlefield and was wielding a sledgehammer, furiously pounding the concrete surface of a nearby load-bearing pillar.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Chunks of concrete kept flaking away, revealing the rust-covered steel framework inside.
His target was one particular rebar, different from the rest, faintly gleaming with a silvery-gray sheen!
Li Wei hid over ten meters away. Watching him work so hard, she silently supplied the soundtrack: Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!
"Old Qin! Hurry up! I can't hold out much longer!"
The Bearded Man responsible for defending the front line roared as he swung his long-handled battle-axe, barely forcing back a lunging monster.
"Damn it! This thing's embedded too deep!"
Old Qin was drenched in sweat. He switched his tool to an alloy pickaxe and pried several times with all his might, but the "rebar" did not budge an inch.
"Captain! Let's retreat! If we don't leave now, we'll all die here!" The martial artist