"puff!"
Lin An's mouth sprayed with blood, and a punch containing terrifying power pierced his chest.
The figure was blasted directly into the corpse group like a cannonball, and the blood caused the corpse group to become more and more frantic.
Densely rotten arms tore at his limbs, and zombies like a swarm of ants enveloped him.
Weak and cold.
The massive loss of blood caused consciousness to become blurred.
I laughed bitterly in my heart, except for the strength, when all the attributes were suppressed, it was still too difficult to kill him beyond the level.
The Stitcher is worthy of being the pinnacle of the second level, a nightmare for all Linjiang survivors in his previous life.
It's hard to imagine how terrifying it would be if it finished devouring all the zombies here when it advanced and reached the third level.
The corpses were biting and biting, and the rotten arms stretched into his broken chest to eat out his heart, just like the memory of his previous life before his death.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The ground shook, and the heavy and violent attack was frightening.
Although his sight was blocked by the corpses, Lin An could feel the Stitcher rushing towards him crazily due to the tremors on the ground.
Under the hill where corpses were piled up.
He couldn't help but sigh and slowly raised his right hand.
I thought I could save it until the end, but now I have to use my last trump card against the Stitcher.
"soul."
"Scream!"
"Buzz~!"
The air twisted and deformed.
The soul-eating hand on his right hand burst out with bloody splendor, illuminating the entire hall through the corpses. Then an invisible wave suddenly broke out in a ring!
"Bang bang bang bang!!"
Like a series of exploding light bulbs.
In an instant, the heads of thousands of zombies closest to Lin An exploded into a ball of blood mist, and their rotting bodies were annihilated into pieces under the invisible impact.
Clear the field with one strike!
The fragments of corpses all over the ground seemed to have been scratched by the scythe of death. Centered on the ground where Lin An fell, all the zombies within a radius of nearly 40 meters died.
The suturer who rushed towards him was instantly cut off nearly half of his flesh and blood by this mental impact, and his huge body flew backwards.
On the broad shoulders, the third head that had been chopped open by Lin An was completely exploded into blood mist.
"Roar!!!"
Perhaps the remaining head of the Stitcher was conscious, and the soul scream, which was comparable to the third-level power, caused three times the damage to him.
After falling to the ground, the stitcher hugged the central head with both hands, while the head on the other side closed its eyes and wailed.
The pain was so great that it could shatter the glass and spread around like a shock wave.
Taking advantage of the brief respite earned by his soul's scream, Lin An struggled to get up and took out the blood stone from the space ring.
"Dip, 2/3 of the usage was successful."
Rich life energy poured into the body from the blood stone, and the granulations near the originally transparent wound began to grow rapidly.
Lin An was a little lucky. If he had not obtained recovery items before coming, he would not have been able to fight anymore with his current injury.
Not far away, the Stitcher seemed to fall into madness under the mental impact and did not continue to attack.
I just don't know how long the effect will last.
Pity...
The original plan was to launch a surprise attack after finding the Stitcher, but Zhang Tie stopped the zombies.
He fought this monster alone with the sharing of Wen Ya's mental power.
When the damage caused reaches the critical point that the suturer can withstand, use Soul Scream to take the opportunity to kill it.
But now, he was seriously injured and could only wait for his injuries to recover, wasting time that the monster could not resist.
"Team Lin!"
Zhang Tie jumped from the fourth floor and ran towards him with all his strength, followed closely by a dense crowd of zombies behind him.
"Stop the corpse group first and wait for me to recover."
Lin An weakly commanded Zhang Tie. The soul scream just now killed thousands of zombies around him instantly. There were still a large number of zombies inside the mall.
Zhang Tie hurriedly responded to the group of corpses, delaying his recovery time.
However.
Like rain, the ground of the three-story shopping mall was broken open, and zombies jumped directly from the holes one after another without fear.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of zombies gathered again on the first floor of the shopping mall.
"Wen Ya, open the mental barrier again!"
Wen Ya, who was hiding on the fourth floor, was not attacked by the Stitcher, so the concealment effect on her was still maintained.
It doesn't have the ability to fight in close combat, so it's fine against small groups of zombies. In such a small building in the mall, she would be overwhelmed by the corpses once she made a move.
Nodding her head repeatedly, she hurriedly concentrated on activating her skills.
"Forget it, no need to waste it."
Suddenly, Lin An interrupted Wen Ya's spell casting with an ugly expression.
The suturer, who was blown away by the mental shock and fell into a frenzy, has resumed action.
The head in the center opened his eyes, and Zhang Tie's face looked equally ugly.
"This monster... is so disgusting!"
On the huge head, fist-sized eye sockets were filled with dozens of pale eyes.
The monster shook.
0.1 seconds later, the stitcher who had locked onto Lin An rushed towards him again like a high-speed train.
Lin An took a deep breath and held the thorn in his right hand across his chest.
The injury recovered very quickly. Although he has not fully recovered, he is still able to continue fighting.
Seeing that the second impact was coming, Lin An communicated quickly within the team.
"Zhang Tie, rush to me in two seconds and create opportunities for me!"
"receive!"
Zhang Tie slapped the group of corpses who were trying to get past him with one palm. He turned around and looked at Lin An with all his concentration, ready to go.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The impact from the suturer came instantly. Unlike before, he was unprepared. Lin An quickly bit the test tube and swallowed the potion.
The effect of the potion had not worn off yet, but he did not want to waste it.
There is no room for gaps in attribute bonuses.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, affected by the previous mental shock, but the Stitcher's impact this time was ineffective. The huge body just smashed the pillars in the mall.
Opportunities are fleeting.
It's now!
"Leap attack!"
"Stab!"
Lin An tried his best to dodge and jumped into the air and jumped behind the monster. He held the bone spur with both hands and used all his strength to stab the monster's head.
"laugh!"
The entire bone spur penetrated into the skull, instantly ushering in a painful wail from the last head of the suturer.
"Zhang Tie!"
The black bear appeared, and Zhang Tie's face was ferocious, and he directly hit the suturer who was in pain.
One bear and one monster, the two behemoths collided instantly, and the seriously injured Suturer was knocked to the ground in an instant.
"Die to me!"
The huge bear paw was raised high into a hammer and smashed into the monster's head with brute force.
"boom!"
With a full blow, Zhang Tie's face turned pale and his hands hurt.
The other head of the Stitcher was only slightly dented, but even the full blow failed to break through the defense.
"Roar!"
The stitcher roared, and the last remaining head commanded his body, and his giant hand struck at the black bear pressing on him.
"puff!"
His back collapsed in an instant, and his entire shoulder was smashed into pulp, with blood mixed with internal organs fragments.
"Step aside!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Tie turned his body sideways, revealing the last head of the suturer beneath him.
"Step down and stab!"
Lin An shouted lowly. He only wanted Zhang Tie to knock the suturer to the ground and give him time to build up his momentum.
A blow that condenses all the power, victory or defeat depends on this one move.
Target, the last head.
