"Huff! Huff!"
Yu Wenxuan was sprawled on the ground, gasping for air heavily, looking utterly exhausted.
Ling Mo, although leaning against a telephone pole, looked much better than Yu Wenxuan, aside from being pale and slightly sweaty on his forehead.
"It doesn't make sense. You've been fighting all the way, but why do you look more spirited than me?"
Yu Wenxuan flipped over, looking up at Ling Mo, and asked discontentedly.
"The answer is simple, I have more stamina than you." Ling Mo wiped off his sweat and spoke indifferently.
"This... Why do I suddenly feel a full sense of malice?" Yu Wenxuan struggled to get up but eventually gave up.
The zombies on the opposite bank showed no signs of leaving, and their numbers were increasing.
Some high-level zombies even noticed the overhead wires, but when they grabbed them, they realized Falcon Camp had already cut the wires.
Even though it was unsuccessful, the intelligence they displayed was chilling enough.
