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Ju Zipi, gripping the katana forged by the tidal waves, squinted and whispered to Ke Mingye, "It\'s coming, be careful."

"Don\'t worry, I\'ve got this."

Speaking, Ke Mingye leaned forward slightly, his pupils reflecting the oncoming charge of the Zombie Chef.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the Zombie Chef spat out viscous saliva. Its massive feet stomped over the shelves along its path, leaving behind one bloody footprint after another.

The "bang, bang!" of its footsteps, like an earthquake, tugged at everyone\'s heartbeat, almost syncing with it.

Ke Mingye took the lead, dashing forward to attract all of the Zombie Chef\'s attention, pulling its hatred toward himself.

Meanwhile, lowering his right hand and making a trigger gesture, a strand of spider silk shot out from the nozzle of his web shooter, rapidly sticking to a pillar on the right.

Just before colliding with the zombie, his right hand clenched the spider silk tightly.

With a push against the ground, his lithe body was catapulted into the air, tracing a clean arc around the pillar at high speed.

The Zombie Chef, roaring, pursued him, and with a palm, drew a tied-up suicide zombie from its waist. Holding it in its grasp, it then clenched its fingers into a fist and swung it at the pillar.

At that moment, the suicide zombie in its palm detonated instantly, turning into flames that rose through the gaps in the giant zombie\'s fingers—its force was no less than setting off several hand grenades in the palm of one\'s hand.

The Zombie Chef\'s fist transformed into a column of flame at that moment, the surrounding air shrieking as it tore, moisture rapidly evaporating, turning into a white wave of steam rolling in.

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

Ke Mingye\'s pupils shrank, nearly stunned.

He had heard from Fan Quan about the Zombie Chef\'s attack method, but seeing it with his own eyes still shocked him to the core. He thought if he were that detonated suicide zombie, wouldn\'t he scream, "Born from the same root, why be so quick to fry each other?"

Watching the incoming fist, he quickly released the spider silk sticking to the pillar and dropped to the ground, rolling to cushion the impact from the high fall.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He had barely landed when a boom came from mid-air. The explosive force of the giant fist smashed into the pillar, blasting it into scattered fragments that dissolved into nothingness amidst the flames.

Ke Mingye propped himself up with his left hand on the ground and looked up to observe the situation. As the vanguard of the team, he had to continuously attract the Zombie Chef\'s hatred by maneuvering around it.

Just then, the Zombie Chef smacked its lips and sneered, pinching another suicide zombie from its waist and twisting off its head like pulling a grenade pin.

Then, with a flick of its wrist, it hurled the "zombie grenade" toward Ke Mingye.

The gesture was so excessive that it broke protocol, making Ke Mingye break out in a cold sweat, thinking, "You really don\'t treat zombie comrades as people, using them like hand grenades..."

The suicide zombie\'s body rapidly heated up in mid-air, cracked open, and then transformed into a violent fireball reaching out with its hand, almost catching Ke Mingye\'s form in its grip.

Fortunately, he managed to shoot a strand of spider silk at the ceiling using his launcher before the suicide zombie exploded. Grabbing the silk, he swung up into the air, hanging from a single arm in midair.

Ke Mingye looked down with a gaze from above, seeing the area within five meters below engulfed by the explosion\'s blaze.

"That was close," he exhaled.

At that moment, Qing Meng, from a distance, pulled the triggers of the two handguns she held.

"Bang!"

The muzzle flashed, and two bullets shot straight for the Zombie Chef\'s waist, aiming for the other two suicide zombies tied there—those zombies were like an enhanced version of grenades, and it was definitely better to eliminate them early on.

If it weren\'t for Ke Mingye, few players at this stage would be able to handle the suicide zombies hurled by the Zombie Chef. The range of the explosions was too wide, making it extremely difficult to escape unscathed.

At the moment, the Zombie Chef\'s waist belt still had two suicide zombies attached. Hearing the gunshots, it reflexively brought one of its decaying hands to shield its waist.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

As if hitting an iron wall, the two bullets were effortlessly deflected by its palm, failing even to penetrate.

Qing Meng frowned, lowering her pistols, "Tch, it was the same last time. Shots aimed at its waist are always blocked."

"Don\'t waste bullets; let Spider Man give it a try," said Fan Quan, calmly speaking. Three paper figures on his shoulder whispered something into his ear, audible only to him.

At this moment, because of Qing Meng\'s two shots, the Zombie Chef shifted its target of hatred.

Its bloodshot eyes turned toward Qing Meng, and with a slight movement of its right hand, it effortlessly tore off another suicide zombie\'s head. Then, with a swing, it threw this "zombie grenade" in Qing Meng\'s direction.

"Doesn\'t this skill have a cooldown?" Qing Meng was caught off guard. She broke into a run, but it was too late.

The blast spread, sweeping towards her like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, inevitable.

"Hey hey, punk girl, are you okay?" Ke Mingye hung from the spider silk in midair and was shocked at the sight. He thought, if our main firepower dies, how are we supposed to continue fighting?