As the three-dimensional numerical value reached this data.
Lin Fan's perception was sharp as he stepped down, crushing the head of a crawling zombie underfoot, his shoes smeared with viscous fluid, but he could not afford to care about these things.
The number of zombies was already frighteningly large.
Even though he swung Frostmourne with utmost speed, there were always zombies surging toward him.
Even as the apocalypse unfolded, he always harbored hope for the future, but the current number of zombies made him wonder just how many people in Huang City had turned into zombies.
Countless, perhaps?
Listening intently, ignoring the shrieks of the zombies, he could hear a pregnant woman shouting, exerting all her strength, wanting her child to come out soon.
At this moment, the clear sky was covered by dark clouds, gradually dimming, a shadow casting over above, adding an oppressive feel to the atmosphere, making the sinister zombies even more grotesque and terrifying.
