Zhang Wen seemed completely stupefied, responding to his companion's inquiry without speaking, his hands holding the binoculars trembling slightly. It wasn't fear, but shock.
During this time in the apocalypse, only they knew how hard and desperate they had felt.
Now, seeing a mysterious stranger wielding a sword and slashing at so many zombies without showing any fear, how could he believe it?
As a modern, scientifically minded young person, he always felt the scenes he witnessed were fake, utterly fantastical.
"Zhang Wen, let me take a look," a survivor couldn't help but snatch the binoculars away.
Zhang Wen, who had his binoculars taken away, showed no emotion, standing there stupefied.
"Damn..."
The survivor who had snatched the binoculars looked at the situation in the distance and issued the same exclamation as Zhang Wen; the visual shock was unimaginable.
The other survivors felt like ants were crawling in their hearts.
"What exactly did you see?"