Chu Han was enjoying slaughtering zombies without the need to move much. The axe was so active and domineering with the momentum it had gained; it could split zombies in two like cutting through tofu. It was like a well-oiled machine, it mechanically cut one zombie after the other. There was no need for extra force or its angle to change; it would kill from any angle.
Kuang Zhiran was afraid of getting off the Land Rover, so he was just sitting there. What scared him most were not the zombies, but Chu Han’s battle prowess! He was staring at the people, who were previously cursing Chu Han, He Peiyuan and Lu Hongsheng. On their faces the emotions of extreme surprise and worship could be seen.
