392 Pew-Pew-Pew (1)

"Huh... Huh... Thank you, Boss..." the soldier had a few deep breaths as his mind was cleared from all the dark emotions clouding his mind. Were Zhang Qin Feng a few seconds slower, he would have turned into one of the zombies.

But from this moment onwards, this soldier would have to rely on the serum treatment for life to tame the virus within him. Without this continuous vaccination serum, the Seed Crystal Virus inside him would flare up for sure.

And while the soldier was gradually regaining his sanity, Zhang Qin Feng threw aside the empty syringe with Grade-G Decrystallization Serum. He can be counted as quite lucky that the one that bit him was a zombie and not the Tyrants.

If the Tyrant Variant was the one that injured him, he would have turned even with the serum administered.

Shifting what's in his hand with a set of Phalanx and machete, Zhang Qin Feng charged into the zombies' crowd and fought against the virus carriers to buy everyone some time.