Outside the mall, Lin Yuan, seeing the zombies surge out, also bolted.
His mind raced, constantly recalling the map he had painstakingly memorized. He ran through one shop after another, smashing through some obstacles with his shield.
Zombies that lunged at him were also sent flying by his impacts.
Seeing that he was only a few shops away from the bridgehead, Lin Yuan looked back and almost peed himself.
As if by sheer bad luck, a zombie that was eager to have Lin Yuan for a meal was right in front of him.
Even through the motorcycle helmet, he could see the mushroom-like head and the sparse hair of the zombie, its face pressed almost against the helmet's visor.
Lin Yuan had never been this close to another man. Unable to bear such indignity, he raised his hand and sent it a 9mm round.
On the ground, Lin Yuan had already engaged a special mutated zombie in combat. The other, having been impaled by Lin Yuan’s iron spear, was struggling and being held off by Jiang Ziqi and Wu Tian. Zhao Anjing and Zhu Mingjun were busy clearing the zombies that were being drawn by the commotion.
The wood-cutting axe struck the bone armor with a "crackling" sound. Lin Yuan fought with all his might, swinging the axe like a pair of fiery wheels. Each swing was more powerful than a pistol shot against the same target.
The mutated zombie, which had initially sent Lin Yuan flying, could no longer withstand the onslaught and could only hurriedly block with its arms.
Finally, Lin Yuan found an opening. He jumped up and swung his axe into the zombie's neck, burying it two-thirds of the way in.
"So you think you're strong, huh?"
The zombie's massive body crashed to the ground. Lin Yuan pulled out his axe and charged towards the second zombie.
Seeing that the two mutated zombies below were about to collapse, the zombie on the fourth floor couldn't sit still any longer. It leaped down from the fourth floor without regard for anything, charging towards Lin Yuan, who now resembled a god of war.
As it ran, its belly grew more and more distended.
Lin Yuan's pupils contracted; he had a bad feeling.
Was this thing going to self-destruct?