Doomsday Fortress

The three of them quickly approached Yang Ze, as if he was a magnet in the middle, attracting Wang Yi and the Strong Corpse. However, Wang Yi was there to save them, while the Strong Corpse was there to kill.    

    

"Get down!"    

    

Wang Yi only had time to let out a roar before he swung his machete towards Yang Ze!    

    

At this point, if Yang Ze didn't understand what Wang Yi meant, he might as well be bitten to death by the Strong Corpse behind him.    

    

His two fast moving legs suddenly entwined, as if he was running and falling. It seemed funny to trip with his left foot and right foot, but Yang Ze knew that this was the fastest way to avoid the sharp claws coming at him from behind.    

    

"Shua!"    

    

The Strong Corpse's sharp claws grazed Yang Ze's scalp, but it only took away a few strands of black hair.    

    

Yang Ze's entire body was lifted up into the air, borrowing his inertia, he was thrown out diagonally.    

    

The huge shadow blocked out the sunlight, causing Wang Yi to be in darkness. However, Wang Yi's movements were not affected in the slightest, and with the strength of his legs, he also jumped into the air, but Wang Yi still charged towards the Strong Corpse.    

    

Gathering his strength and swinging his sword, his strong muscles supported Wang Yi to complete this action in the blink of an eye. It was clean and clean, but the scene where no sword broke.    

    

The sharp blade slashed across the Strong Corpse's skin that had already turned into a horn, causing the Strong Corpse to retreat backwards. Threads of black blood dripped down the strong arm, and with Wang Yi's full force of the blade, only a small crack appeared on the Strong Corpse's skin, becoming less than ten centimeters long.    

    

"Take care of those normal zombies, leave the Strong Corpse to me."    

    

Without looking back, Wu Tie shouted to Yang Ze, who had already stood up.    

    

Yang Ze did not ask to stay behind to help Wang Yi because he was aware of the value of people. Yang Ze knew that staying behind would distract Wang Yi.    

    

Holding the rifle tightly in his hand, Yang Ze once again escaped backwards, leaving Wang Yi alone to face the Strong Corpse.    

    

A few ordinary zombies whistled past, as if they didn't notice Wang Yi, who was confronting the Strong Corpse. Wang Yi didn't even glance at Yang Ze's back as he chased after him.    

    

In the eyes of zombies, humans and humans were the same, except that their sizes were different. But Wang Yi knew, after the second evolution of zombies, they had already evolved a level consciousness, in their eyes, Wang Yi was the food of Strong Corpse, so normal zombies naturally did not dare to compete with higher leveled Strong Corpse.    

    

After all the zombies had passed by, the zombie in front of Wang Yi also began to move. Maybe it had already lost its patience, or maybe it just got used to its new body, the Strong Corpse's sharp claws suddenly moved, and it's strong legs suddenly bent to gather energy, bringing along a piece of grass, it waved its sharp claws, the Strong Corpse's body flew in the air and quickly rushed towards Wang Yi.    

    

Wang Yi's gaze instantly contracted. The air that was stirred up by the Strong Corpse charged towards Wang Yi's face like a knife. The thick smell of blood made Wang Yi tense up.    

    

Until the sharp claws were about to pierce Wang Yi's face.    

    

Wang Yi moved!    

    

Without any techniques, he only relied on the experience he had gained from the life-and-death battle.    

    

His body was in a free fall position as he quickly fell backwards. At the same time, he held the machete upright in front of his chest and used his other hand to press hard against the back of the machete, sending it flying upwards!    

    

"Zizi ~ ~"    

    

A series of rubbing sounds rang out, causing Wang Yi, who fell to the ground, to grit his teeth.    

    

The huge figure of the Strong Corpse passed right over Wang Yi. A long trail of blood rose from the chest of the Strong Corpse all the way to his lower abdomen, which was perfectly outlined by Wang Yi with his machete.    

    

Wang Yi didn't use much strength, he only stopped the machete. The long wounds on the Strong Corpse's body could be said to be caused by itself.    

    

No matter how much a zombie evolved, it was still a zombie after all. A zombie could evolve into a sharp claw, a strong body, and it could also evolve into an intelligent being, a level concept, but a zombie could not evolve into an experience. This was because what supported a zombie was its desire for flesh.    

    

Fresh blood dripped onto Wang Yi's face. He felt the shadow above his head pass, and he immediately exerted force on his waist. He quickly straightened his body, turned around, and stared at the Strong Corpse with rapt attention with the machete in his hand.    

    

The Strong Corpse was not affected by the long wound. This kind of injury could be described as neither painful nor itchy.    

    

Facing Wang Yi's tensed muscles, Strong Corpse let out a low growl from its throat, and its fangs that were as long as fingers continuously dripped with saliva.    

    

It was angered by Wang Yi, not because Wang Yi hurt it, but because Wang Yi escaped under its attack, and did not follow the will of the Strong Corpse, and became its food.    

    

The low roar suddenly stopped, and the Strong Corpse charged towards Wang Yi once again, like a speeding car smashing into Wang Yi.    

    

Wang Yi did not choose to take the attack head on. As he retreated, he waved his machete to fight against the sharp claws of the Strong Corpse!    

    

"Clank, clank, clank, clank!"    

    

A series of metallic collisions echoed in the empty grassland. The Strong Corpse didn't slow down in the slightest and continued to close in on Wang Yi.    

    

However, how could Wang Yi do as he wished, the most advantageous thing for Wang Yi was to keep his distance from the Strong Corpse. Once the Strong Corpse approached, not only would the Strong Corpse have claws, it would also have fangs that continuously dripped with saliva.    

    

Fortunately, Wang Yi's machete that Zhang Fei forged was long enough, it was a full 1.5 meters long, and at this distance, it just so happened that one of the arms of the Strong Corpse grew longer. But because of the strong defensive power of the Strong Corpse's skin, Wang Yi could only protect himself, or leave an unimportant wound on the Strong Corpse's arm.    

    

"Clank, clank, clank!"    

    

Although Wang Yi could barely block the attacks of the Strong Corpse, facing the fearless Strong Corpse, Wang Yi still had to dodge for a bit from time to time, whether it be crouching or jumping. In short, Wang Yi couldn't let the Strong Corpse injure him, and the Strong Corpse only cared about attacking and not defending, which was the only advantage of the Strong Corpse.    

    

"Hu hu!"    

    

Wang Yi used the claws of the Strong Corpse to sweep across the group and took two quick breaths. Wang Yi's stamina had already reached the limit, but he had no other choice, the Strong Corpse did not know what it meant by tired, Heaven's wealth had changed them, causing their bodies to lose their limits. Even after a day and night of fighting, the Strong Corpse was still the Strong Corpse that kept on attacking.    

    

"This won't do, if this continues, the one who will die will be me, I need to find a way to quickly take care of the Strong Corpse!"    

    

This thought quickly flashed through Wang Yi's mind, but his body still kept on moving, dodging the Strong Corpse's attacks.    

    

However, the Strong Corpse's entire body was surrounded by the keratinized skin. Other than its eyes and mouth being the same as before, there were no other weaknesses.