The vehicle came to a steady halt, and Wang Qiang, who had been simmering with anger, couldn't wait to stand up. But before he could move, he heard a sudden thump on the car roof, as if crushed by a thousand pounds, followed by a series of heavy footsteps.

"Dazhuang! What are you doing! Get back here!" Lin Junfu shouted hoarsely, and with his call, the survivors inside the car finally realized who the person on the roof was.

"Damn! Dazhuang, what is he doing?" Having not witnessed Dazhuang's solo charge into a zombie lair, Wang Qiang naturally couldn't imagine the former's madness.

However, Hu Xiaodong, who had a squad experience with Dazhuang, couldn't help but be shocked by Dazhuang's "fearlessness."

A drop of sweat quietly slid down his cheek, and Hu Xiaodong felt a bad omen. He was desperate to stop Dazhuang but hadn't yet opened his mouth before the previously calmed zombie dogs launched another attack.

Undoubtedly, the zombie dogs were also infuriated by their successive failed attacks, so the sudden emergence of prey ignited their bloodthirsty nature and served as a spark for their wrath.

Pounding sounds of "bang bang bang" echoed as zombie paws stomped vigorously on the roof, immediately causing a violent tremor felt by everyone inside the vehicle.

Once everything settled, the survivors stared at each other, and the fear was evident in their eyes.

"What's the... situation?" Wang Qiang's voice trembled slightly. Although unwilling to admit, his heart already judged the outcome of the fight above.

After all, according to common sense, if Dazhuang had stopped the zombie dogs' attack, the latter should have been repelled and flown a certain distance, but the reality...

No one answered Wang Qiang's question, but the despondent looks on their faces spoke volumes.

Yet... just when everyone was convinced Dazhuang had suffered misfortune, a thunderous roar interrupted their thoughts.

"Ah!" With the roar, Dazhuang, whose back was heavily wounded against the wall, stood up resolutely, two scythes firmly pressed against the zombies' jaws on his chest.

His blades had been specially sharpened, unlike ordinary scythes; his were double-edged and exceptionally sharp.

Under the sunlight, man and dog faced off against each other!

The zombie dogs fiercely clawed the car roof, sharp teeth bit down hard on the scythes in their mouths! Meanwhile, Dazhuang leaned over the top, both feet braced against the wall, desperately pushing forward.

This was a test of strength! Whoever tired first would pay with their life.

It's undeniable that the zombie dogs' biting force was exceptionally strong. According to Dazhuang's original plan, he intended to use opposing force through dual blades to tear open the zombie dogs' mouths. But unexpectedly, the scythes seemed welded to the dogs' teeth, unable to move.

This was undoubtedly disadvantageous for Dazhuang. Besides the mouth, zombie dogs also had sharp claws, and even without claws, the zombie virus on them was enough to claim Dazhuang's life.

For Dazhuang, if the scythes couldn't act, it meant his final means of attack was useless.

As the saying goes, "unrelenting in righteousness," the dominant zombie dogs naturally wouldn't give Dazhuang a chance to adjust his strategy. They wanted to crush him in one go, tear him apart, and divide him.

Faced with such fierce and unequal combat, ordinary folk might have accepted fate already, awaiting death's arrival.

But Dazhuang was clearly no ordinary person; he bore an irreconcilable vendetta with these mutated beasts.

Even though he was at a disadvantage; even though he only had defensive force left;

In a narrow fight, the brave win! The tragic deaths of his wife and children bestowed Dazhuang with endless strength!

"Ah!" His blood-red eyes nearly bulging out, Dazhuang was like a wounded lone wolf, howling and roaring, continuously unleashing his potential and combating the zombie dogs before him.

His fearless actions, resembling a Demon God, genuinely stunned Lin Junfu and the others inside the factory, who even forgot to organize rescue, standing dumbfounded instead.

Finally, Dazhuang's valor showed results. Under his brute force, zombie paws that were firmly gripping the roof began to show signs of loosening.

And know this, the steel plate on the car roof was unlike the ground, its smooth surface offered little friction for the zombie dogs to utilize, so once retreat began, it became unstoppable.

The situation reversed nearly instantly; Dazhuang progressed step by step, while zombie dogs retreated step by step. This resembled a battle between righteousness and evil. Evil might flaunt its power momentarily but was ultimately destined to bow before righteousness.

Wang Qiang grabbed the Snake Spear beside him, fed up with cowering in the car, doing nothing.

Ignoring the brothers beside him, he stood up ready to poke his head outside, but unexpectedly, a black shadow suddenly fell from the car roof's wide-open window.

"Ah! Dear Lord!" The sudden descent of the shadow startled Wang Qiang, causing his half-raised demeanor to return to the seat. When he calmed down and looked, it turned out to be a pair of pitch-black zombie legs struggling wildly in the air.

"Damn! It's divine retribution!" He sprang up from his seat, Wang Qiang reached out, grabbed the zombie dog's legs, and exerted force to pull them downward.

Just then, Tang Xiaoquan suddenly spoke to stop: "Qiang! Don't pull it down!"

"Ah?" Momentarily stunned, Wang Qiang paused his actions: "Why?"

Due to time constraints, Tang Xiaoquan didn't reply to the brother's question, instead, he lifted the kitchen knife in his hand, aiming at the zombie dog's abdomen, and swung it down.

"Splash" — as the blade flashed, a gush of blood poured down, splashing onto Wang Qiang who couldn't dodge and soaked him thoroughly.

"Damn! You motherf..." Wang Qiang wanted to complain, but right as he began, Wu Chao picked up the Snake Spear he hastily tossed aside, piercing it next.

Well, right as the spear struck, some unknown sticky substance naturally splattered onto Wang Qiang's forehead.

For a moment, the car's occupants avenged grievances and vented complaints, everyone taking turns with their weapons, striking repeatedly at the dog hanging in the air.

And Wang Qiang's head completely became an organ depot.

Yet, despite the survivors' efforts at 'DPS' output, the 'Boss' protected by an "invincible" aura still disregarded the attack, flapping its limbs.

Its two front claws left deep, terrifying gouges at the window's edge, undoubtedly enraged beyond belief by the prey's actions!

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