Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game [401-600]

Chapter 537 - Iron Twist

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in a sandy area outside the red barrier.

After getting off the car, Fang Heng walked to the barrier to observe it.

The barrier was about half a meter thick and looked very solid.

Fang Heng squatted down again and tried to dig away the sand.

"Ahem..." Lin Hanzheng stood at the side and coughed lightly, reminding him, "It won't work. I heard from the experts that it won't work even if you dig a few thousand meters down."

As he said that, the fusion Tyrant form took a few steps forward and punched the barrier.

"Dong!!!"

Lin Hanzheng gritted his teeth. He felt that his eardrums were buzzing.

However, the blood-red barrier didn't move at

all.

(Hint: Your zombie clone (fusion Tyrant form) has caused 448 damage to the unknown barrier.]

Fang Heng looked at the long health bar on the barrier and couldn't help but rub his chin.

"Troublesome!"

If he had enough time, he would be able to wear down the barrier by relying on a large number of zombies.

However, he didn't have enough time now, and doing so would attract the attention of a large number of vampires.

"Forget it."

"Maybe... that thing should be useful."

Fang Heng glanced at his backpack, then turned to look at Lin Hanzheng.

"What?"

Lin Hanzheng was stunned.

He felt that it was too dangerous to stay here, so he wanted to go back as soon as possible.

"I can't break this thing. I think we should go back."

Fang Heng shook his head.

The fusion Tyrant form took two steps forward and extended fine vines from its shoulder.

The vine followed the fusion Tyrant form's shoulder to the ground, forming a small slope.

Fang Heng followed the small slope and stepped onto the fusion Tyrant form's shoulder.

"Quick, climb up." "This..."

Lin Hanzheng did not know what Fang Heng was up to. He hesitated for a moment and imitated Fang Heng. He followed the vine and climbed onto the fusion Tyrant form's right shoulder.

After the fusion Tyrant form retracted the vines, it extended again and fixed Lin Hanzheng and Fang Heng on the shoulder.

Then, it slowly retreated behind the barrier.

Lin Hanzheng, who was standing on the shoulder of the fusion Tyrant form, suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Hey, no, Fang Heng, what are you going to do?"

Fang Heng did not answer.

The fusion Tyrant form retreated for nearly a hundred meters before it stopped.

Then, it took another step forward and rushed toward the barrier.

"What the f*ck?"

Seeing that the barrier was getting closer, Lin Hanzheng's heart was in his throat. He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but he found that his feet were tightly bound by the vines.

"Fang Heng!!"

Lin Hanzheng shouted and looked back. He thought that Fang Heng must be crazy.

Did he want to use the fusion Tyrant form to break the barrier as he did in the headquarters?