Published: February 6, 2025
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The grade 4 choker let out a piercing scream.
As if responding to some command, the high-level zombies battling the evolvers around them almost simultaneously abandoned their opponents and rushed towards the choker and Ye Zhongming. Even the ordinary zombies that had already crossed over to the evolver team, charging towards the main building, turned back and gathered here.
In this desperate moment, the choker was the first to start gathering helpers.
"Bind them! Bind them!"
Xia Lei had a gash on the left side of her neck, blood continuously flowing out, staining half of her body red. But upon seeing this scene, she screamed frantically, urging those around her to hold onto their opponents.
"Protect Boss Ye! These zombies are coming to help!" Little Tiger discarded his empty gun and rushed towards Ye Zhongming with his knife, followed closely by Mo Ye, Liang Chuyin, and Park Soo-young.
At this moment in the main building, Lu Yi was organizing the defense. The ordinary human warriors saw that the horde of zombies suddenly concentrated in the center of the battlefield, with evolvers and zombies mixed together, and they dared not fire their guns. With their shooting skills, they feared hitting their own people.
"Charge down! Pick up your knives and spears, it's time to fight with all you've got! If we don't protect Boss Ye, if anything happens to him, that grade 4 zombie will kill us all!"
Lu Yi's eyes widened. Known as a confucian merchant all his life, he was now utterly red-faced, leading the way with a weapon in hand as he dashed out of the main building.
He understood better than anyone that at this moment, anyone could die, but Ye Zhongming must not die. If he lived, there was hope for others; if he died, everyone else would surely perish.
Young Master Yun threw his short spear, then pulled back, tearing away large chunks of flesh from several zombies. He charged towards the fray. At this moment, there was no distinction between the Starved Tiger Knights and Cloud Summit Villa; there were only humans and zombies.
Shasha also charged forward with her group. With her stubborn personality, she saw nothing at this moment. All she wanted was to reach the man who always looked at her with those strange eyes, protect him, and ensure he wouldn't die.
All the zombies and humans rushed towards the decisive battlefield!
Ye Zhongming's right hand, which had turned purplish from prolonged blood obstruction, trembled twice and could no longer hold onto the edge of the moon. The white long knife fell from his hand, while his left hand still struggled against the first tentacle. But on this side, he was completely passive. Had it not been for the modified potions he took for his one-star and two-star evolutions that allowed his physique to be close to that of an ordinary three-star evolver, had it not been for the Bloodstained Battle Boots continuously absorbing energy to heal his injuries, and had it not been for the national martial arts skills he learned from Mo Ye, which he was desperately trying to use to leverage the evolver's control over muscle to delay the choking force, his right hand might have already been severed.
But persistence has its limits, and soon Ye Zhongming's right hand grew weaker, unable to hold onto the knife any longer.
The edge of the moon fell to the ground. Ye Zhongming gritted his teeth, letting blood flow from his mouth. A severed hand? Yes, perhaps it would be severed soon. But he wasn't afraid; one hand could still be powerful, and in the future, certain professionals or some roulette potions could even regrow it.
Ye Zhongming only worried that once his hand was choked off, the tentacles of the grade 4 choker would be freed. Whether it continued to attack and constrict his neck or returned to kill the grade 3 fangtooth beast riders, it would drastically change the situation. The enormous whirlpool battlefield centered around them could collapse as a result!