Shang Jinxiu was riding a motorcycle, weaving through alleys at high speed, while a car chased her from behind. Crescent-shaped Wind Blades continuously shot towards her like the deathly scythe of the Grim Reaper.
She awkwardly dodged the Wind Blades, and those she couldn't dodge, she had to endure with her body. She already had several cuts on her body, but none of the wounds were deep or fatal. However, blood kept flowing from her wounds, emitting a thick scent of blood.
Such blood loss not only made her body weaker, but the heavy scent also attracted zombies. What made her more desperate was that the motorcycle was running low on fuel and couldn't last much longer.
She looked at the ruins nearby with a determined glimmer in her eyes and a sense of delight. She had heard from other survivors that a formidable group had come to these ruins and even killed Master Meng!
She didn't know if those people were still there, but this was her last chance!
