Li Dazhen and others were led by Li Feng and others. Although the pressure was relieved a lot, they still couldn't hold on. In addition, the people on He Kui's side died so tragically, and fear arose in their hearts. They have to go back to the supermarket.

"Li Feng, no, we can't hold it!" Li Jiaming panted heavily, not daring to be distracted. Even so, the iron pot on his body was scratched by many sharp nails. Otherwise, even ten lives would not be enough for him.

"Let's go back!" Li Fang was sweating profusely, her face and body were covered with stinky zombie blood, what crystal nucleus? Where do they have the time to pick it up? Their lives are almost gone.

It took only three minutes to come out, and almost everyone was covered with scars, and with the smell of blood, those zombies seemed to be on a stimulant, and without pain, they bit them from all directions like lunatics, desperately.