The crowd had an ominous feeling when they saw dozens of phase-2 zombies using the phase-1 ones as springboards and jumping in the air. They didn't know why all those zombies targeted Chu Han, but if he were to die, they'd soon follow.
How many zombies did they kill? Not even close to Chu Han's amount!
Li Nanxiang fell in despair, and his axe fell to the ground. He had only one thought, "It's over!"
"Retreat!"
"Go!"
"Chu Han is about to die. We should head back to the supermarket."
"Over! It's over! Run!"
The combatants ran back to the supermarket. They weren't fools, and they didn't want to be eaten by zombies. Several people, who hadn't left the supermarket to fight, were complacent with their choice; some of them even mocked the combatants.
"You're such fools. Instead of blocking the door, you went out to kill zombies?"
"Are you sick of living? Or did you want to release your pent-up stress?"
