"Left! Down! Jump! Dodge right!"
"Lin An! Stay close to me!"
Charging ahead, Jiang Hao Chen wielded two short blades and hacked furiously at the air like a madman.
Perhaps to outsiders, this scene looked absurd. But to Jiang Hao Chen, they had charged straight into Avici Hell, facing death every second.
The Headless Ghosts closing in from all directions surrounded them like a Zombie Crowd, leaving no gaps. Their bloody maws, held aloft in their hands, shrieked as they snapped at them.
Lin An could not see. He could only observe behind him through the reflection of the camera hanging on his back. With such a narrow field of vision, all he could do was keep firing, trying to carve out a bloody path.
His stamina was being drained at an alarming rate.
"Squish! Squish!"
The sounds of blades and gunshots entering flesh were dull and wet with blood.
Fortunately, aside from their strange attack methods, these headless ghosts were not much stronger than Zombies. Otherwise, with their current combat strength, the two of them would have been devoured the moment they came into contact.
"Lin An, huh? I'm still pretty useful, right!?"
Jiang Hao Chen drove a blade viciously into a Headless Ghost's spine. Then, as if chopping firewood, he shoved off with all his strength and kicked the ghost away, leaving Lin An to finish it with a shot.
Although the two had never fought together before, for some reason, they worked together with surprising coordination and forcibly carved out a bloody path.
Ignoring the seven or eight hands reaching for him, and doing everything he could to keep Lin An from being injured, Jiang Hao Chen looked at the horde of ghosts packed ahead. He suddenly slammed into them with his body, enduring their bites as