Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

The parasitized slapped away the iron rod from its mouth, and Isha, who felt the impact, could no longer stand firm and fell backward.

But she didn't fall to the ground; instead, she was steadily caught by the survivors.

"Kill them, everyone!"

The survivors let out a roar, and all those who could still wield a weapon stood up!

The man who had shown fatigue earlier now fearlessly charged with a tattered wooden board as a shield towards the parasitized, using the last burst of his strength to push back their invading steps by a significant distance!

Clubs, cleavers, brooms, and even iron spoons—any weapon that could be used was taken up by the people, engaging in a chaotic battle with the parasitized, showing the last of their courage.

Yet this tiny flame was nothing against the tidal wave formed by the disaster.

With a "boom," the shelter's entrance was completely forced open, and a tall figure jumped down, causing everyone to widen their eyes in utter astonishment.

Because the one who jumped down was the parasitized middle-aged strongman.

His arm, mutated into a long whip, swung once and sent the man with the avatar shield in the front flying, along with cutting a few parasitized in half!

Some survivors rushed over, but in the blink of an eye, they fell without even seeing the opponent's movements clearly.

The terrible power disparity, all present were ordinary people, and many were even infected with the plague, further decreasing their combat power—how could they possibly withstand such mutated beings?

As the middle-aged strongman approached, new bad news arrived, with footsteps echoing from the escape tunnel, getting closer and closer, as if those inside, parasitized, could no longer hold back their desire to feast!

Despair doubled, and no one on the field could resist as the parasitized middle-aged strongman grabbed a survivor and brutally bit into them, sinking his teeth into their shoulder, accompanied by a burst of screams and blood.

Isha's body trembled, and the burst magic scroll in her hand finally responded, ready to detonate at any moment.

With no hope of escape, she glared intensely at the chaos-causing parasitized, the culprits who destroyed her hometown, and abruptly tore open the magic scroll—

The footsteps in the escape tunnel suddenly accelerated, and a loud, whooshing sound echoed beside Isha.

It seemed like something large and heavy flew past her, slicing off a strand of her hair.

Immediately, icy blood splattered across her face. Whose blood?

"Ahhhh!"

The middle-aged strongman let out a wretched scream, his sturdy body knocked over by a sudden overwhelming force. However, what really made him scream was something else:

A saw meat blade deeply embedded in his chest!

The jagged teeth of the saw meat blade mercilessly tore open his chest, causing explosive force to spray his blood and bone fragments out!

Saw meat blade?

Isha's action of deploying the magic scroll halted midway as an unexpected event unfolded. Feeling something amiss, she involuntarily glanced back at the escape passage.

A figure emerged from the tunnel.

A black trench coat stained with blood, and a tricorn hat, seemingly damaged from intense battle, yet adding an extra edge to its appearance.

"Rushing and rushing, I finally made it."

This, this is a living person?

A parasitized one pounced on him, and the next second, a Hunter's Pistol was shoved into its mouth.

"Bang!"

The gunshot exploded like thunder, causing Isha to shudder all over. With the aid of the muzzle flash, she finally saw the face beneath that tricorn hat.

"Brother!?"