Rotting Land: Survive

Both the dogs and humans seemed to be under a spell, standing still, as the glaring blood looked particularly dazzling in the sunlight. Drop after drop continuously seeped through the surface of the cardboard, eventually falling to the ground, extremely horrifying.

After this standoff lasted for about a few dozen more seconds, the dogs finally moved. Wang Qiang clearly saw the powerful hind legs of the Corpse Dog weaken like a descending flagpole, and then it fell down.

Wang Qiang quickly ran over, and when he got closer, he discovered a thumb-sized hole at the top of the dog's head, and it was precisely this hole that ended the sinful "dog life" of the Corpse Dog.

"How are you, Brother Daguo?"

The young man's words fell on his ears, but Wang Daguo remained in his original posture as if he hadn't heard, breathing heavily with his chest heaving, making one worry if he would break his lungs if he continued like this.

Wang Daguo didn't want to move. To be honest, after experiencing this thrilling battle of life and death, he wanted to leave this damned "Purgatory" more than anyone.

But the intense concentration and the suppression of adrenaline made him instantly feel the torrent of powerlessness and despair once the danger was over.

His forearm quickly swelled, and the left hand piercing the dog's head was inevitably cut with several cracks due to the rough surface of the Steel Awl impacting with reverse force. Blood oozed through the broken skin, turning Wang Daguo's palm red.

Wang Qiang was still waiting for the man's response, but after 10 seconds, maybe even less, the man, who had been standing sideways, suddenly wobbled twice and then unexpectedly collapsed like a tender tree in a fierce wind.

Everything happened so fast that Wang Qiang, unprepared, instinctively reached out his already numb arms, and as a result, not only did he fail to catch the falling Wang Daguo, but he also fell to the ground due to his "unstable footing".

Watching the disappearing figures of the two Wangs from afar, Tang Xiaoquan felt like an ant on a hot pan.

The situation had completely spiraled out of his control, with fleeing figures running for their lives everywhere around.

Cries, shouts, pleas for help, sobbing—all sounds mingled together like a tumultuous whirlpool of muddy water enveloping Tang Xiaoquan.

He felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness, as everyone in sight seemed to need rescue, yet he didn't know where to start.

One can't blame Tang Xiaoquan, after all, he was just an inexperienced young man who wouldn't and couldn't learn how to coordinate and stabilize a chaotic crowd in such a short time.

So, Tang Xiaoquan just stood there dumbfounded, his empty mind swirling like a blob of paste, without knowing what to think.

Until...

"Rumble rumble" the engine roared to life!

The wailing of the heavy truck was as jarring as ever to the ears, but right now, for the lost and confounded survivors, it was like a lighthouse in the ocean guiding them.

Almost everyone snapped out of their fear, and their previously aimless running now had a target.

The survivors seemed to have suddenly found a "hope for life"!

Yes! Hope, as humans, we often bring it up, yet we frequently find it hard to describe this elusive and ephemeral existence in words.

But now, hope is tangibly placed right there, and I believe at this moment if you ask any survivor what their hope is:

They would undoubtedly give you the same answer in unison: The truck!

Faced with the pressure of death and the expectation for survival, even the frightened women unleashed potential they never had before. They might still lack the courage to face the Corpse Dogs head-on, but the instinct to survive had ignited within them.

In fact, the women's initial sprint had brought them just a few meters away from the vehicle, but the horror brought by the approaching Corpse Dogs caused them to completely lose themselves under the influence of fear, utterly forgetting their original goal.

However, now, when the engine of the truck roared to life, their target became clear again. Consequently, their legs became stronger accordingly.

"Chaozi! Xiao Wen! Ah Cheng! Cover the women getting on the truck!" With the Buick GL8 started and ready, Hu Xiaodong drew his cleaver and stood on the road embankment, forming a human wall along with Wu Wen and Du, to intercept the Zombie Dogs' assault on the women.

Four people, three dogs—the humans seemed to have the upper hand, but only those present knew that such so-called numerical superiority was negligible against the rapid-moving, explosively powerful Zombie Dogs.

"Chaozi, Xiao Wen, you two advance, the Corpse Shield horizontal, use your elbows to block!" Recalling the successful kill strategy against zombies by Wang Qiang and Wang Daguo, Hu Xiaodong realized that to defeat the three beasts in front of them, they must adopt a strategy of defensive counterattack.

Though personally, he didn't like this defensive fighting style, for survival and the women's safety, he could only fight for it.

Having given the instructions, Hu Xiaodong quickly pulled the stiff-bodied Ah Cheng to Wu Wen and the two behind, decreeing in a low voice: "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wen, keep an eye on the Zombie Dogs' movements and always be ready to move, the task of killing falls on me and..."

"They're coming! Brother Hu!" Before Hu Xiaodong could finish, Wu Chao interrupted him with a stern shout, and immediately a Black Shadow suddenly attacked.

Hu Xiaodong's reaction was undeniably quick, as years of archery training not only gave him a good physique but also excellent reflexes.

The cleaver swept diagonally downward, an instinctive reaction triggered all of a sudden was still enough to inflict grievous harm on the ambushing Corpse Dog.

A cold glint traced a chilling arc under the sunlight, sporadically adorned by red, like a tragically beautiful painting.

The knife stopped! The dog fell!

As if they had agreed in advance, the two occurred seamlessly.

And as they settled, a maimed dog's ear fell from mid-air, landing just in the central position between man and dog.

Undoubtedly, Hu Xiaodong's slash was precise, and this was with standard creatures, it would have frightened them into fleeing at once.

But, unfortunately, what Hu Xiaodong was facing at the moment was not common creatures; they were an Undead Legion that had escaped from the "Underground Purgatory"!

The ragged wound, trickling blood, enraged the Zombie Dogs, their blood-red eyes growing more sinister!