On a mountain summit
Wang Hao and Xiaoyueyue stood at the top, gazing into the distance.
"The reserves of the Settlement Camp are nearly exhausted, yet the zombie horde is still this massive? The scale this time is terrifying, isn't it?"
Looking at the vast expanse of the zombie horde, Wang Hao felt his trypophobia acting up.
What kind of power could have gathered so many monsters?
There didn't seem to be any disturbances in the direction of Purple Gold Mountain.
It shouldn't be that organization at Purple Gold Mountain.
The apocalypse is truly terrifying.
"Brother, are you going to help?"
Xiaoyueyue looked at Wang Hao, eyes full of concern.
Wang Hao's strength was indeed formidable, but no matter how strong one person is, there are limits!
With so many monsters, including many high-level ones, how could Wang Hao possibly handle them all alone?
"I definitely have to help."
Wang Hao's brows knitted slightly:
"The key is how to help."
