Izu Island.
In a dilapidated city.
Qin Zheng, Bai Jingqi, and two other young men had established a robust defense line using a building.
Hundreds to thousands of ordinary Inferior Tribe members were launching suicidal attacks at them.
Some of them were wielding various weapons, some were armed with firearms, while others were bare-handed, all charging fearlessly.
Inside the building, Li Zhen, Li Jiao, and three others were continuously using their skills to kill the Inferior Tribe members outside.
But their mental exhaustion was enormous. Their faces were pale, but they dared not stop.
Without their support, Qin Zheng, Bai Jingqi, and the others at the bottom of the building could possibly be exhausted to death by the swarm of Inferior Tribe members.
The outer area of the building was already littered with corpses, blood flowing like a river.
Among these ordinary Inferior Tribe members, there were strong Professionists who occasionally launched surprise attacks.