He saw in Wei Hu's eyes not only disbelief but more so a ferocity born of being a survivor, clearly the result of long pursuing darkness and being trapped within it in this apocalyptic era.
As for the other survivors, they seemed numb from the oppression they had endured.
Fortunately, he had arrived.
Maybe a bit late, but certainly not too late.
"Bullshit," roared Wei Hu, "I get it now, you must've been nearby all this time, you're messing with me, trying to scare me, aren't you? You really think I, Wei Hu, am easily frightened? Damn it, kill him for me."
With his roar, the numb, oppressed survivors didn't move, as if they were hoping for Lin Fan's victory.
But there were still those among the survivors who followed Wei Hu in wickedness.
A burly man wielding a firefighter's axe didn't think twice, charging straight for Lin Fan's head with a swing.
Facing the sudden attack and feeling his life threatened,
