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"Kill!" The killing intent surged like a rainbow as Zheng Yifan slammed the Adamantium Shield hard against the Zombie's head, following up with a relentless barrage of strikes like a torrential storm.
This was the greatest strength he could muster. The Zombie's claws were pinned beneath his feet, but with its weight of over a hundred pounds, the Zombie could easily shake Zheng Yifan off with a casual flick.
But it had no chance. The Adamantium Shield rose again like a meteor, and before the Zombie could grasp Zheng Yifan, the fierce shield came crashing down onto the Zombie's neck.
"Crack!" A crisp sound echoed, completely ending the fragile life of the Zombie.
When their Zombie Crystal separated from their bodies, it signified the loss of their lives.
A horrifying severed head shot into the air, dark green blood splattering everywhere.
One could even see the Zombie's expression gradually contorting into a grimace before softening, as if there was a hint of relief in that expression. Then its body slowly dissolved into green liquid, spreading across the ground.
It resembled a pool of green water, with only the final pale purple Zombie Crystal glistening amidst Zheng Yifan's sweat-soaked face.
"Roar!" The Zombies' howls echoed, sensing that their leader had vanished—truly dead.
The roar of the Zombies shook the ground, and the killing intent surged even more, causing the earth to tremble slightly.
From the cave halfway up the mountain, water no longer flowed out, yet Zombies surged forth like a tide.
They were all Second-Level Zombies—terrifying. What chilled Zheng Yifan to the bone was that among the roars were particularly piercing and horrifying sounds; those belonged to Third-Stage Zombies. They stumbled out from within the mountain, seemingly unaccustomed to the outside world, yet they had already sensed through their unique perception that their kind had been slaughtered.
"This is bad!" Zheng Yifan was now nearly exhausted, drenched in foul sweat. His legs felt like noodles—sore and painful—his calves cramping continuously.
He glanced at the Zombie in front of him, then turned to take a closer look at the lifeless bodies that had already met their end. Suddenly, he recalled their words.
According to them, they had prepared an escape route; there was a way to dangle from the cliff above, making it difficult for the Zombie to track them down.
With that thought, his body began to move. This was already Zheng Yifan's last ounce of strength. The momentary burst of energy had drained him completely, allowing him to achieve such a significant effect.
In that instant, the Super Soldier Gene within him continued to expand and explode, generating immense power.
Otherwise, with his current strength, it would be nearly impossible to sever the Zombie's neck using a shield as a weapon.
Thus, the explorers who hunted Zombies favored Sharp Weapons.
Here, Blue Lightning Pang Bin had perfected this approach. The Stabbing Sword itself wasn't a weapon with tremendous offensive power, but when dealing with Zombies at close range, it was far more effective than ordinary weapons, especially against Advanced Zombies.
First-Level Zombies didn't exhibit much resistance; their frail bodies and decaying muscles offered almost no protection. However, when evolving into Second-Level Zombies, weapons could easily get stuck. At that point, sharp weapons became crucial.
As long as one pierced the throat and struck the Zombie Crystal behind the neck, they could eliminate the Zombie. The Zombie Crystal wasn't embedded in the bones; as long as the force was sufficient, one could sever the tissues connecting the Zombie's body to the Zombie Crystal.
Moreover, spears were even more advantageous. The sharp spearhead combined with tremendous kinetic energy could effortlessly take down an Advanced Zombie.
Just like Zheng Yifan now—if he were wielding a spear with the same strength, this Third-Stage Zombie would have been dispatched long ago.
Currently, Zheng Yifan had no trouble dealing with First-Level Zombies and could manage Second-Level Zombies without sustaining injuries. However, facing a Third-Stage Zombie was nearly an unattainable wish.
Now, being decapitated by his shield was purely a matter of bad luck for Zheng Yifan, who had fallen into the hands of the Zombie.
With the possibility of Third-Stage Zombies appearing, Zheng Yifan dared not linger any longer. He immediately hurried up the mountain path.
The road was narrow but had already been cleared of vines and weeds, making it accessible. This path was a lifeline for those who had released the Zombies, so there was no room for carelessness.
The terrain was rugged and winding, yet even if there were shortcuts, Zheng Yifan would not take any risks; he continued to climb steadily along the mountain road.
Being unfamiliar with the mountainous terrain could easily lead to accidents, so protecting himself was the top priority.
At that moment, two Third-Stage Zombies staggered out from the entrance, straining their noses as they sniffed around.
Their serious demeanor made Zheng Yifan feel their anger—anger over their fallen companion.
They were now determined to find the culprit and tear him apart.
With a roar that lasted less than a minute, the two Third-Stage Zombies began to loudly call out and swayed toward Zheng Yifan's direction.
Their speed was not fast; this was not because these Zombies were incapable of running, but rather because they had spent too long in Water and had adapted to life underwater. Suddenly coming onto land, although they retained their terrestrial walking methods, their balance and habits could not adjust immediately.
Especially with their webbed feet sticking to the muddy ground, the already rugged path posed even greater difficulties for them.
However, Zheng Yifan did not dare to turn back to confront them; he could only think of ways to escape first and then use his trump card—the tactics he had originally planned to deploy once the situation stabilized.
"Roar!" The sound of the Zombies drew closer. Those Zombies paid no heed, marching straight ahead, relentlessly pursuing Zheng Yifan, regardless of the obstacles in their path, whether they were trees or massive boulders.
As Zheng Yifan glanced back, he witnessed the leading Third-Stage Zombie deliver a powerful punch to a rock towering over two meters in front of him, followed by a crushing blow from its tail.
In just three strikes, the once-solid rock was reduced to rubble, shattered into countless pieces that could never be reassembled.
"Hey, guys, slow down a bit!" Zheng Yifan continued to sprint towards the cliff's summit, where he could already see a dozen large trees. To his delight, each tree was wrapped in coils of rope, and behind the ropes, he could faintly see flickering flames.
"Who!" A voice suddenly shouted as the person turned around, their face filled with questions.
"Damn it! The Zombies are right behind us; run!" Zheng Yifan urged anxiously. Without waiting for a response, he dashed into a Basket and carefully lowered himself inside.
"You secure yourself; I'll find another Basket to get down," the person called out to Zheng Yifan before untying a rope and leaping into the air.
Zheng Yifan felt a weight lift from his heart; after all, it was a life at stake. In this apocalyptic world, saving even one person was significant, especially since he needed information from him.
Just as Zheng Yifan began to feel somewhat reassured, a flash of cold light struck him first. In mid-air, he was pierced like a candied hawthorn stick, followed by dozens of Scorpion Tails relentlessly stabbing at his body before slowly dragging him toward the cliff's edge.
A few seconds later, he could hear the sound of gnawing and tearing echoing around him.
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