A large number of Flying Infected Creatures gathered in the sky, immediately drawing the attention of many humans below.
A Russian soldier observing in secret from the ruins saw the bizarre scene through his binoculars and roared into his radio, "Look at the sky! My God, what the hell is happening?"
Chen Hao dove down from high above alone, instantly becoming the target of the Flying Infected Creatures.
The soldier thought the swarming Flying Creatures would tear Chen Hao to pieces, but a flash of lightning erupted in midair, roasting them into blackened charcoal. Their bodies scattered and fell like a shower of petals.
At the sight, soldiers lying in hiding and all kinds of combat vehicles surged out of the ruins, heading toward Chen Hao's landing spot.
Chen Hao hit the ground like a heavy bomb detonating. The dust and tremendous impact immediately attracted the attention of the many infected nearby.
A group of soldiers had just arrived. Seeing that he was human, the officer leading them immediately wanted to rush forward to help, but the densely packed Infected Creatures around him made the officer hesitate.
He still remembered how, half a month ago, his squad of over a hundred men had lasted only a few minutes against these Infected Creatures before being almost completely wiped out.
Only these dozen or so brothers-in-arms remained. He simply could not gamble with their lives.
An infected with only half a head, a giant six-eyed cat, a skeletal hound with bony spikes on its back, and a rotting bull with wings—every kind of mutated creature charged at Chen Hao at once.
With a thought, Chen Hao summoned dozens of clones, each holding a Golden Cudgel. They beat the attacking Infected Creatures back again and again.
Chen Hao himself strolled across the ground