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In the Cat Ear Cliff Gathering Place, the area was brightly lit, with torches scattered throughout the Gathering Place. Two to three hundred people gathered in the center, their faces filled with ferocity.
"Boss, those people across from us are all wearing armor. We can't take them on; we should lure out those Old Ghosts instead," said two burly men in the middle of the crowd.
"It's easy to let them out, but tricking them back in will be difficult," replied another man.
Just then, a commotion erupted outside, and they saw the last Gate they valued so much slowly being opened. A group of individuals clad in standard Plate Armor rushed in.
With no resistance whatsoever, these people seemed to descend like gods upon the scene.
"Damn it, those man-eating flowers haven't absorbed enough Zombie essence to produce Essence Fruit yet. Otherwise, we could have become Superpowered Individuals and taken them down. Now, we have no choice but to take the final step," the muscular man Guo Yi wiped his unkempt beard and stomped his foot angrily.
"Open the Gate and release those Zombies." With Guo Yi's command, a chilling atmosphere spread throughout the Gathering Place.
The Left Guard led the Firestorm Team at the forefront, quickly seizing advantageous terrain.
The Cotton Armor offered no defense against their spear thrusts; after all, these Cotton Armors were nothing compared to ancient craftsmanship.
"Charge!" Zheng Yifan stood at the edge of a cliff on one side of the stronghold. His hands gripped the Fence like claws. Before him, he clearly saw a dozen people sneaking away; they must have some secret hidden there.
The Fence was tall, reaching six or seven meters high. Rows of massive wooden beams formed a terrifying barrier, with occasional palm-sized holes revealing sharp bamboo spears that could spring out at any moment.
With a sudden shake, Zheng Yifan used his nails to gain leverage from the holes in the Fence and quickly soared over it.
The already fragile wooden stakes were instantly trampled down by Zheng Yifan. His figure gradually concealed itself behind a pile of bamboo spears beyond the Fence.
On the ground, barrels of oil sent chills down one's spine, and a closer sniff revealed a nauseating stench.
This was definitely not vegetable oil; it was biofuel. After seeing the Capital of the Capital outside, Zheng Yifan was even more certain that this contained human fat. Upon closer inspection, he could even see a few strands of hair floating on the surface.
"Ugh!" He suppressed a low gag and quietly turned his head, lowering his body to follow along.
In terms of stealth, he was no match for the Special Forces, but in physical prowess, he was countless times stronger than them.
Slowly, he crept closer to the group of people.
"Sigh, if those man-eating flowers produced Essence, we wouldn’t have to go through all this trouble. Each of us could take a bottle and evolve into Superpowered Individuals in minutes," grumbled a short man at the back of the crowd.
The people in front sighed in response. "Who wouldn’t want that? They’ve already started to bear fruit; it’s just a matter of time before they fully mature. The current Essence is still highly toxic; we can only eat it once it’s completely ripe."
Their voices were filled with unspoken frustration.
Gradually, their chatter quieted down. Their mission today could be life-threatening; no one wanted to waste words at this moment.
"Brother Qiang, is there really no chance for us to survive? Do we really have to provoke those Third-Stage Zombies?" The short man at the back let tears fall silently.
"Shut up! What are you crying for? As long as we release those Zombies and retreat to Cat Ear Cliff for shelter, we’ll be fine," Brother Qiang replied, gently patting his shoulder before quickly moving forward.
Their destination lay behind a grove of trees—a rocky mountain with an oddly shaped peak resembling a Western witch's hat.
What was most terrifying was the sound of Zombies roaring from the mountaintop.
Among the sounds, one was familiar to Zheng Yifan; it was the roar of the Second-Level Zombie as its Scorpion Tail swung. The other zombie's roar was strange, something he had only heard occasionally in the Gladiatorial Arena.
"Could it be the voice of a Third-Stage Zombie?" Zheng Yifan wondered. Just then, the person in front kicked something, causing the mountain ahead to tremble. Suddenly, a landslide occurred, and torrents of clear water gushed out like a waterfall, accompanied by a swarm of Zombies struggling in the water.
The number of Zombies rushing toward them was nearly impossible to count, but one thing was certain: their emergence would bring disaster.
"Retreat! Run!" Brother Qiang shouted as he led the way up the mountain.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed.
Zheng Yifan would not allow them to retreat so easily. These beasts had unleashed so many Zombies to survive; the entire Gathering Place would be left with no survivors.
The Adamantium Shield traced an arc through the air before slightly rotating at Brother Qiang's neck, then spun around the crowd before returning to Zheng Yifan's hand.
"Ha!"
A few people turned back, intending to take down Zheng Yifan.
But they had no chance at all; the Adamantium Shield acted like the sharpest blade, eliminating them within seconds.
Of course, they also bought time for those Zombies.
Just as Zheng Yifan threw the Adamantium Shield, a Second-Level Zombie beside him climbed up, its Scorpion Tail standing straight behind it, aiming at Zheng Yifan.
Perhaps it had spent too long in the water and was still a bit disoriented, swaying unsteadily.
"Swish!" The Scorpion Tail lunged like a hook, aiming for Zheng Yifan.
Life and death hung in the balance in that instant; just a touch of the virus from the Zombie could claim Zheng Yifan's life.
In that moment, Zheng Yifan felt the terrifying reality of life and death as if his existence could vanish in the next heartbeat.
Instinctively, Zheng Yifan leaped forward with all his might. His right palm struck upward toward the Zombie's chin, while his left hand, resembling a spear, plunged into the exposed neck of the Zombie at that very moment.
At this time, Zheng Yifan's left hand was protected by a steel gauntlet, shining like a star in the night, flashing past.
The Zombie's Scorpion Tail slowly drooped down, losing its power.
Just then, the Adamantium Shield flew back from behind him. Zheng Yifan caught it effortlessly and quickly moved forward.
Ahead of him, more than ten Second-Level Zombies began to rise. They had been submerged in Water for too long and needed time to recover, requiring careful breaths to regain their hearing and sense of smell.
As long as Zheng Yifan stayed more than a meter away from them, their vision could not detect him.
The Adamantium Shield acted like the Grim Reaper's scythe, relentlessly reaping their lives in this brief moment.
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