I watched from the doorway, still behind Commander Li and his men, as Chenghai's next strike landed half a second too slow.
The zombie twisted under the impact instead of dropping clean. He had to hit it again and again, his breathing heavier than it should have been, his chest heaving with each breath he took. For a fighting power type, this shouldn't be happening.
Zhenlan's air pressure caught a diving bird but missed the second one entirely. It clawed across Chen Minghao's shoulder before Lingyun's fire took it down. The soldiers were slowing too, their powers fluctuating as their movements dragging like they were fighting through water.
Sweat ran down their faces despite the cold air, their hands shaking on the triggers.
Yuche pulled metal from the fence again but the twist came slower this time, the barrier weaker. A cat slipped through the gap before he could close it, its rotting body moving with unnatural speed.
