Lin Fan approached, looking at the stacked iron bars, each reaching the height of about eight meters. These iron bars were tall enough to block any kind of zombie, but if they were faced with a zombie horde piling up like Arhat, it would be somewhat insufficient.
But who could stand by and watch the zombie horde stack up like Arhat?
Obviously, that was impossible.
Everyone squatted there, craning their necks to look at Lin Fan. When welding the iron bars, the light was blinding.
Although they knew it was Lin Fan who had arrived, when they looked at people, their eyes always felt hazy.
Gu Hang, holding a welding torch, said, "All is going well, and we should be able to finish building the iron bars after a while. How about you guys at the granary? Is the food well-preserved?"
Lin Fan replied, "Hmm, the granary is well preserved. Dong Jia, dressed in War Armor, can also hunt zombies effortlessly. Even if surrounded by several zombies, she can easily take care of them."
