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The men formed the last line of defense, using their bodies to shield the retreating crowd. Layer upon layer, they created a barrier several meters thick, preventing the Zombies from advancing further. However, how long could this human wall tactic hold? The first few layers had already suffered heavy casualties, while more Zombies surged forward from the front. Those at the back refused to retreat, trapped in a deadly squeeze between the advancing undead and the fallen bodies that still stood upright.
In the chaos, it was impossible to count how many had already died. Eventually, those in the rear could no longer withstand the relentless tide of Zombies and the lifeless bodies that offered no resistance. Some had their arms wrenched off, a testament to the sheer strength of these creatures. The rear ranks continued to fall, trampled by those pushing backward. In that moment, more people were crushed underfoot than were bitten by Zombies. The defense was breached, and without weapons, the survivors became breakfast for the undead.
At this moment, dawn was breaking. The spring morning was shrouded in a thin mist typical of the season—hazy yet not obscuring visibility, carrying a chill that enveloped the earth. Meanwhile, the Zombie Tide surged forward like an unstoppable force. From the initial assault on Jing City to breaching its defenses and flooding into residential areas took barely two hours. In that short span, tens of thousands had perished. At this rate, even more would die; the elderly and children had only managed to flee a few thousand meters—a distance easily covered by a Zombie Dog in just a minute—yet it cost countless lives.
This Zombie attack came too swiftly and ferociously, especially with those who were once human aiding the Zombies in their assault on the Safe Zone. People struggled to comprehend how this wave of Zombies could breach the Safe Zone so quickly without their help. "Come on! Stand your ground against these Zombies!" shouted a blood-soaked man, but as soon as he spoke, he was overwhelmed by more Zombies.
Despair filled the eyes of those who remained; they were completely surrounded by Zombies. Spring offered no signs of life; it felt as though they had plunged into an endless abyss or descended into hell itself. The living stared blankly at the approaching Zombies, devoid of expression or movement—waiting for death.
The cries and noise faded into silence as they closed their eyes.
The slaughter had become a massacre; anyone witnessing such brutality would find it unbearable. Yet, members of the Avengers Alliance seemed oblivious to it all, viewing it as if they were watching livestock being butchered at a market—unblinking and detached—even Zhang Fusheng, who was already within the residential area.
"I can't hold on much longer..." Zhuang Peng's hand gripping his bow began to bleed from cuts made by the bowstring. He had lost count of how many Bone Arrows he had fired; now only a few dozen remained from several large baskets. In just two hours, he had shot thousands of arrows. Most of the Zombies that Da Qiang and Tang Feng couldn't handle had been dealt with by Zhuang Peng. Sweat soaked his clothes as beads rolled down his forehead, but he had no time to wipe them away; if he stopped, Da Qiang and Tang Feng would die...
He had promised Wang Chao to protect the Safe Zone with all his might; a man's word cannot be broken!
He grabbed four arrows from his basket again and nocked them onto his bowstring. Ignoring the sweat blurring his vision and blood dripping from his wounds, he released those four arrows. Almost instantly, two mutated Zombies near Tang Feng and Da Qiang were pierced and sent flying. They knew someone was protecting them from behind; someone had not yet fallen—how could they give up?
"You’re exhausted; why do you keep going?" A voice suddenly called out from behind Zhuang Peng, causing his hand gripping the bone bow to tremble. Despite reaching an extraordinary level of skill, he hadn’t sensed anyone approaching him until now. From that voice alone, Zhuang Peng recognized its owner—who else but the strongest presence?
Realizing this made Zhuang Peng feel as if he had plunged into an icy cellar in midwinter; he shivered uncontrollably. Then he lunged forward, intending to jump off this hundred-story building. During his leap, Zhuang Peng performed a front flip and snatched up the last remaining arrows from his basket before letting them fall through the air below him.
In an instant, Zhuang Peng found himself lying on his back, face up. He quickly grabbed a few falling arrows and nocked them onto his bowstring. Without even aiming, he felt the immense pressure from the person before him; even without sight, Zhuang Peng could clearly sense the presence of that individual. Sure enough, that person was now standing at the edge of the building—Zhang Fusheng, the Greatest Expert of Huaxia.
Almost simultaneously with the release of four arrows, another four appeared on his bone bow, and they were shot off in rapid succession!
Zhang Fusheng watched the four arrows approach as if they were mere feathers drifting through the air. He didn't attempt to dodge; instead, he reached out with an empty hand. When he pulled it back, the four arrows had already landed in his grasp. He opened his palm and forcefully tossed them downward, perfectly knocking aside the four arrows that had been shot at him from behind. Zhang Fusheng didn’t even need to use his bow; the sheer force of his hand was equivalent to Zhuang Peng's full-powered strike!
As he broke through the four arrows, two of them continued their relentless flight toward Zhuang Peng, seemingly intent on taking him down mid-air. Zhuang Peng couldn't afford to be careless; he swiftly nocked two arrows of his own and shot them without hesitation. Finally, he managed to deflect the incoming arrows, which embedded themselves into the wall of the skyscraper, creating two deep holes that seemed bottomless!
In this exchange, Zhuang Peng was already nearing the ground. He suddenly kicked off against the wall several times, using the force to propel himself in the opposite direction. With both hands pushing outward, he stood up as if the hundreds of meters high building were merely one or two meters tall. However, what Zhuang Peng did not expect was that Zhang Fusheng had already appeared behind him without him noticing!
How did he manage to do that?
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