"No wonder there are fewer zombies here," Lin Jin suddenly realized.
Su Huan's fingertips turned red, as a high-temperature bullet gradually formed. After two or three seconds, it shot towards an Iron-Eating Tree dozens of meters away. A dull thud was heard, sparks flew, and a scorched patch appeared on the bark, but the high-temperature bullet, which could easily dissolve human flesh, did not cause it any harm.
The Iron-Eating Tree, realizing the attack, belatedly began to wave its branches wildly, sending stones flying and leaving greenish whip marks on the concrete ground.
After a long fight, apart from shedding some leaves, the Iron-Eating Tree could not find its enemy. It then laboriously pulled its roots out from the ground and slowly began migrating away.
After teasing the Iron-Eating Tree, the conductor turned to Lin Jin and said, "Go, cut off two branches."
"Eh, okay!"
Without a second thought, Lin Jin jumped down.
Headed straight for the migrating Iron-Eating Tree.
