Capítulo 440: A Harrowing Experience

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Pshew! Pshew!

"Haaah! Haaah!"

Godwyn heaved and heaved in exhaustion as he angrily stared at the unending horde before him.

His arms burned from exertion. His vision was blurry from the lack of air, and his throat was parched. He sported several scratch marks on his entire body, and his whole face was pale, looking extremely weak.

Despite all of this, Godwyn gritted his teeth and persisted. He lifted his bow and shot another volley of arrows. All of them hit their marks perfectly, but it barely affected the marching horde towards him.

"Damn it!" He cursed.

His legs were weak. He had been running constantly for nearly half an hour without stopping by now. He's tired, and it shows. Even though it barely affected his aim, it most definitely hindered him from dealing with the zombie horde before him.

Tick! Tick! Dong!!