C396 Battlefield Division

Gritting his teeth, Han Feng positioned the Frenzied Sword horizontally in front of him and, with a swift twist of his waist, prepared for the onslaught.

The Sixth Level zombies weren't foolish. Spotting the impending strike of the Frenzied Sword, they collectively retreated half a step, maintaining a safe two-meter distance.

Seizing the moment, Han Feng dashed after Wai Peng, blade in hand