The deformed creatures ran en masse toward the rear, and to prevent the possibility of so many deformed creatures breaking through the defense line at the back, Xu Haishui directed the zombie horde to surround the deformed creature group in a crescent shape.
Meanwhile, people snapped out of the trance caused by the previous scene of the deformed creatures fleeing. So what if they ran? They were still within the defense line; no matter how much they ran around on that little road, their fate would still inevitably be destruction.
Gradually, a relaxed smile reappeared on people's faces, but compared to them, Xu Haishui's face started to grow increasingly solemn.
"No... something's not right, what is it doing?" Xu Haishui muttered to himself. Just moments ago, he sensed something amiss from this group of deformed creatures, something very wrong. His gaze swept continuously over the group.
