Hiss, hiss, hiss...
At least four or five advanced zombies failed to dodge in time. The flame blades pierced their bodies and pinned them to the ground.
They struggled to get up, but the flames on the flame blades kept burning, searing through muscle and burning through sinew and bone, pinning them firmly to the ground.
Mang Dabiao reacted quickly. His Bone Whip lashed out, coiled around a pinned zombie, and with a sharp yank, flung it straight into the Light Gate.
95/100.
Another lash, another zombie.
96/100.
On the third lash, a speed-type zombie was caught in the gaze emitted by Yang Yong's Evil Eye. It froze in place, trembling, and Mang Dabiao whipped it into the Light Gate.
97/100.
On the other side, Liu Hong finally brought down the giant zombie.
He straddled the zombie, both legs pressing hard against its chest, and hammered his fists down like pile drivers.
Left hook, right hook.
A punch from the left, a punch from the right.
Every punch carried his full weight and fury.
The giant zombie's skull caved in under the blows. Its facial bones shattered, and its entire head was nearly hammered into its chest cavity.
Zheng Xiaofeng had to step forward and pull Liu Hong away.
If he kept hitting it, the zombie would die, and dead ones did not count as live specimens.
He bent down, wrapped his steel arms around the already half-crippled giant zombie, lifted it overhead like a dumbbell, and hurled it into the Light Gate.
98/100.
Two left.
Cao Xianming stared fixedly at the Light Screen, his heart almost leaping into his throat.
An eighty percent success rate. They were right on the edge of that probability now.
Just two more. Just two more...