"We are one!"
The bone spike pierced the Stitcher's last remaining head. At that instant, the woman's face on the head suddenly opened its eyes.
Like a whisper from the abyss.
In that instant, Lin An felt as if time had suddenly stopped, and he sank into darkness.
"Don't you remember me?"
"My child..."
The tightly clenched bone spike loosened, and Lin An stared blankly at the face emerging from the darkness.
It was a familiar face, sallow and lined with fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, its gaze gentle and kind.
It was his mother, who had died of illness.
Lin An's entire body trembled, and his thoughts seemed to grind to a halt.
"Lin An! Lin An, wake up!"
Wen Ya anxiously used Mental Strength to stimulate Lin An, whose body had hardened like a Stone Statue, while desperately urging her Mental Strength to establish a barrier.
The Zombies were too close, and the stench of blood was too strong. The autonomous mental suppression constantly radiating from the Mutant was also continuously breaking through the barrier.
One layer, two layers...
Whenever the barrier was broken and Zombies charged at the three of them, she immediately urged her Mental Strength to generate another barrier.
The barrier shattered, then formed again.
The Zombie Crowd roared repeatedly, like ants on a hot pot.
Under the insane consumption of Mental Strength, Wen Ya's face soon turned deathly pale.
No matter how high her Mental Strength was, she couldn't withstand releasing her skills dozens of times in a row!
At this rate of consumption, her Mental Strength would be completely depleted in at most fifteen seconds!
The Zombies gathered in front of them. Although the three of them were once again concealed and deceived by Mental Strength, the thick stench