Western Food

On the battlefield, Lin Dong studied the Fat Butcher and saw that its appearance was bizarre. It actually had a hand growing from its belly, clearly marking it as a Deformed Zombie.

It was extremely frenzied at the moment, charging straight toward Ji An's team.

"How wonderful..."

Lin Dong sighed inwardly, feeling that this "reinforcement" seemed to be here to help him.

And the Fat Butcher's objective was obvious—it was after the High-Level Crystal Core.

Naturally, he could not let it succeed...

Lin Dong activated his stealth ability and rushed in that direction. It was once again time for his specialty: snatching Crystal Cores.

The human forces were weak and steadily retreating.

Because of Han Jingchuan's order to fall back, Ji An's team naturally could not stay behind to clash head-on with the zombie horde. They retreated along with Tech Company's awakened ones.

But the zombies behind them pursued relentlessly, giving their team members particular attention.

As an Elite Zombie leaped forward, it grabbed the foreign young man's ankle.

"Urgh—"

The zombie opened its blood-soaked jaws and bit down on his heel.

"Hiss..."

The young man sucked in a cold breath. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and the intense pain drained the color from his face.

Unfortunately, he was severely exhausted. In his prime, he could have easily flung the zombie away or shattered it with a single kick.

"I'll help you!"

His girlfriend flashed forward and rushed over. Drawing a short blade, she drove it through the zombie's head.

Then the girl looked worriedly at the wound on his ankle. Blood flowed freely, exposing bone; it looked as though his Achilles tendon had been bitten through.

"I'll support you!"

"Don't worry about me. Hurry and go on your own!"

The young man spoke resolutely. The situation was critical,