The smell of something being burnt drifted over from the crowd, and the people in the chaotic battle were all stunned.
After a while, the infected people who were still lying on and knawing on people fell down one by one.
If it wasn't for the fact that these people were still useful, Ye Xingchen really wanted to let Mo Qi send out a lightning ball and wipe them out.
"It's, it's Ye Xingchen!"
"Ye Xingchen is coming for us!"
"Brother Ye! Brother Ye! You're finally here!"
After regaining their senses, they pushed the charred bodies to the side and crawled over to Ye Xingchen.
Zhao Hao opened one eye and could vaguely see Ye Xingchen on the snowmobile. Only then did he finally close his eyes in peace.
"Brother Zhao! Brother Zhao! Are you alright?"
