Desperate Situation

Wu Mei didn't care about whether it was scientific or not, he charged straight down the corridor, with the religious executioner chasing after him with the intent to kill.

Relying on his speed and quick thinking, Wu Mei rushed to the other side of the corridor in just a few seconds. Looking left and right, he was shocked to see that the corridors overlapped infinitely, and one corridor connected to another.

"Who knows when a bunch of monsters will appear."

"This is not good."

Cursing under his breath, Wu Mei bent over and hid behind the corridor wall, occasionally glancing at the stairs on the opposite side. Suddenly, a huge figure appeared from there.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound as the religious executioner, like a tank, stepped on the corridor. The huge weight caused the ground of the corridor to vibrate.

Clang, clang...

That was the sound of the machete hitting the ground. The executioner was walking towards him.

The sound of footsteps and blades dragging on the ground constantly echoed. Wu Mei knew he couldn't hide anymore.

Taking a deep breath, he jumped up.

As fast as lightning, he performed the "Eight Steps Rushing Cicada" martial arts technique, sprinting at lightning speed towards the depths of the corridor. He knew that he couldn't fight head-on and had no chance of winning. The only option was to run.

Under this martial arts technique, his speed was even faster, like a flash of light.

The religious executioner saw Wu Mei running away and followed suit, his body moving like a tank, chasing after him.

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of footsteps behind him never stopped. The whole corridor was shaking, and even some strange figures were startled, walking out of the ward next to the corridor and standing on the corridor.

Wu Mei ran frantically, his eyes fixed on the front, his alertness at its peak. As long as there were any roadblocks ahead, he would have to consider turning around.

Passing through three T-junction corridors in a row, Wu Mei saw a group of black shadows flashing in front of him.

They were a group of zombies, with grayish-white skin, red eyes, and their heads swaying. Then they seemed to hear a sound and looked towards him.

Name: Zombie

Species: Low-level Zombie

Level: Sinful Elite

Attributes: Strength 1.1, Constitution 1.1, Speed 0.5, Endurance 1.1, Willpower 0.1

Skills: Extreme sense of smell

Seeing this set of data, Wu Mei's face turned green.

"What the hell, even a zombie is an elite, with extreme sense of smell, is it a dog?"

Turning around, he rushed back to the intersection and headed towards the opposite corridor. Anyway, this is an infinite maze of corridors that cannot be seen at a glance, he can go anywhere.

The only important thing is that he cannot be trapped here.

Time passes second by second, and Wu Mei runs and stops like a bereaved dog.

Any monster he encounters will chase him relentlessly once it discovers him.

If he wasn't fast enough, he would have been blocked a long time ago. Wu Mei feels extremely unlucky.

Among all the unlucky things, the luckiest thing is that he has never encountered a monster faster than him, which allows him to act calmly.

But in the process of running at high speed, he is also exhausted, feeling weak all over and thirsty.

He hasn't had any food or water for a long time, and the intense exercise has consumed a huge amount of energy. He has reached his limit.

"It's been three days since I came here."

Looking at his watch, it was 4:40 in the afternoon. He clearly remembered that when he first arrived here, it was exactly 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Only 20 minutes left, I have to hold on."

"Hoo, hoo."

Panting heavily, Wu Mei was sweating all over.

His right hand, holding the Butcher's Blade, was trembling. He slowly stood in the corridor, with his legs slightly apart, this was the stance of the Eight Extremes Fist.

Rooted in the earth, power rising from the ground, the head reaching for the sky, and energy nourishing the whole body.

This type of stance is the best for nourishing one's energy, and in just a few breaths, he had already regained half of his energy, although this was due to the breakdown of nutrients and fats in his body.

After more than ten minutes had passed, a chill ran down Wu Mei's spine, and he looked back to see a huge figure appearing a hundred meters away.

The religious executioner had appeared, and on the other side of the corridor, a group of zombies had blocked his way, he was caught in a pincer attack.

His face turned pale, he knew he had made a mistake.

Taking a deep breath, he had now recovered nearly half of his strength and had one last fight left in him.

With a deep gaze, he chose to fight the group of zombies. Although their numbers were large, their speed and overall attributes were lower than his.

Although they were many, Wu Mei's Eight Extremes Fist was a combat-style that excelled in fighting against more enemies. He was not afraid of being surrounded.

Taking a deep breath, he had already charged towards the group of zombies, his butcher's knife glinting with a cold light, ready to fight for his life.

"Roar, roar, roar."

The group of zombies smelled the scent of meat emanating from Wu Mei and immediately paused for a moment before turning their attention towards him.

Roaring, they opened their black mouths and rushed towards him with their thirst for blood and murderous intent, their speed increasing rapidly.

In just a few breaths, they had already engaged in close combat.

A zombie rushed towards him with its long, sharp claws extended. Its black mouth full of stench and its teeth dark, its withered face was disgusting to look at.

With a sudden movement, Wu Mei transformed into an ape and charged into the zombie's arms.

With a burst of strength, the zombie exploded with even greater speed than before, flying backwards and crashing into the group of zombies behind it.

Rolling around on the ground like a gourd, the spring and autumn knife flashed, sweeping across the enemy.

With one slash, Wu Mei's face changed.

The knife light only passed through one zombie before it ran out of strength. The zombie's body was several times harder than an ordinary person's.

He had intended to slash all the zombies in front of him with one strike, but he couldn't do it now.

A sharp claw extended from the side, heading towards Wu Mei's head.

Misjudging, scalp numb, Wu Mei didn't even look and twisted his body, shoulder bumping to the side.

Close to the mountain.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the zombie next to him was knocked away, along with three or four other zombies next to him.

Stepping on the ground, Wu Mei was about to break through the encirclement, but a hand grabbed his ankle without warning, causing his body to jerk and almost fall.

And a group of zombies had already pounced from the left.

At the critical moment, Wu Mei didn't hesitate at all, and his body spun like a top in the air, hacking out a sharp blade of light.

Dry blood and flesh flew, and the cracking sound filled the air.

A huge force erupted, and the zombies around him were all knocked away, but Wu Mei could no longer hold on, sweating profusely all over, and he had no time to rest.

Stepping on the ground, this time his body flashed and he rushed out.

"Roar..."

A huge roar came from behind, like a magnitude ten earthquake, directly rushing into Wu Mei's mind.