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Spring rain is as precious as oil, an old saying passed down through the ages, describing how the spring rain nourishes all things and benefits a year of farming, making it extremely valuable to the people.
However, today, spring rain has turned into a disaster, sweeping in with torrential force. Under the rushing waters, all creatures are swept toward the sea; those upstream are carried downstream, leaving only the strong and evolved beings behind.
For instance, lurking beneath the river is the Giant Softshell Turtle.
That century-old Giant Softshell Turtle, mutated by the apocalypse, lies at the bottom of the water, its massive body measuring over ten meters remaining utterly still despite the wind and waves crashing around it.
Suddenly, a several-meter-long Catfish is swept downstream by the current, its body tumbling in the waves. It is the ruler of a section of River Journey, but on its journey downstream, it has encountered too many terrifying entities. Now it only wishes to hide, bending its body in an attempt to burrow into the muddy depths below.
Just a few meters away from success, its not-so-bright brain finally relaxes.
In that instant, the head of the Giant Softshell Turtle emerges from below and swiftly engulfs the Catfish in its mouth, chewing vigorously.
The cycle of big fish eating smaller fish has existed since ancient times; faced with such a delicacy, the Giant Softshell Turtle shows no mercy.
The thunder roars again, so violently that it seems to drive everyone mad. The swirling lightning in the sky continues to be consumed before gradually dissipating, yet that fierce sound lingers in their ears.
In the direction of the fields, it has transformed into an ocean of thunder. A faint bolt of lightning strikes down. Although weak in the sky, when it hits the ground, it unleashes devastating power like Thunder Prison surrounding him.
The fields roar loudly. In madness, lightning fills his body not to destroy him but to grant him strength—a power born from thunder.
He cannot cultivate; he can only slowly store Electricity like a battery. But now it is different. The power of thunder completely alters the energy within him; no longer is it stable voltage or gentle like that youth.
Instead, he becomes like a thunder god emerging from Nine Nether Thunder Prison, currents crackling around him with a sound of “crackling.”
“Ah!” he roars loudly, gradually losing consciousness while thunder continues to transform his body.
At Superpower School, Wu Yingzhou and Zheng Yifan exchange glances before quickly leaving school and racing toward Tianye's direction.
Zheng Yifan's speed is already impressive, but Wu Yingzhou is not far behind. His galloping speed resembles that of a Wild Horse; with each rise and fall of his body, he releases his power to perfection.
There was no time wasted; the power unleashed was everything. Zheng Yifan ran in the same manner as Wu Yingzhou. Suddenly, he felt as if he had entered a new realm, where his strength no longer overflowed but instead coiled within him, rising and falling with each push of his legs as his body surged forward.
In no time at all, he had surpassed Wu Yingzhou. At that moment, the two of them nearly reached the field side by side.
Tian Ye bore no other marks on his body, yet he radiated immense power. It was thunder, it was divine punishment, it was the realm of gods since ancient times. Yet Tian Ye had achieved this. He had somehow transformed into a Third-Stage Esper beneath a bolt of lightning, with electricity still crackling around him.
At this rate, Tian Ye would eventually spread and release his power, ultimately reverting to a Second-Stage Esper.
But now, with Zheng Yifan here and Wu Yingzhou present, such a thing could not be allowed to happen.
Wu Yingzhou's two avatars silently appeared beside Tian Ye, gently lifting him up.
The thunder seemed to have found its target for release and instantly attacked Wu Yingzhou. Just as it was about to strike the avatar, Zheng Yifan shouted loudly and hurled his Adamantium Shield. Wu Yingzhou hadn’t even seen when Zheng Yifan had taken it out, but the Adamantium Shield flew out and quickly slammed into Tian Ye's chest.
The shield crackled with electricity and wind blades, like a fierce storm approaching.
In an instant, Tian Ye's eyes flew open as he instinctively clapped his hands against the Adamantium Shield.
"Come back!" Zheng Yifan beckoned backward, and then he saw electric sparks flashing from Tian Ye's hands. A powerful beam of light shot toward the Adamantium Shield and in the blink of an eye sent it flying away. Then Tian Ye stared blankly at Wu Yingzhou and Zheng Yifan.
He gazed at his own hands in disbelief: "Did I do that?"
It seemed almost unbelievable; he even pinched his own face to confirm. The sudden pain jolted him awake as he looked at his hands in astonishment, excitement bubbling within him.
His status in the Gathering Place had been quite awkward; while his explosive power was undeniable, it required long periods of accumulation and could not be cultivated without relying on evolved Essence Fruits for advancement. He had nearly exhausted all options for acquisition. Now, feeling this surge of power coursing through him was simply exhilarating.
"Hurry and adjust your Superpower within you. Control it so it doesn't leak out anymore. You still have the strength of a Third-Stage Esper; if you don't manage it in about ten minutes, you might drop back to a Second-Stage Esper," Zheng Yifan urged quickly. After waking up, Tian Ye’s Superpower began leaking out even faster.
Before awakening, his body instinctively gathered the Superpower; now that he was conscious, that instinct was replaced by awareness—he needed to gather his Superpower quickly.
The fields were silent as Tian Ye sat down to begin recovering his Superpower.
Zheng Yifan watched the heavy rain with trepidation. If his predictions were correct, the Zombies would soon launch an attack on the human Gathering Place.
This was the result of their nature, which had been suppressed for months; they needed flesh and blood, and without it, they would hunt.
The torrential rain was a harbinger, but few could interpret its meaning. Most people were still trying to evade disaster. The houses in the Hope Gathering Place were built during the Post-Apocalypse, with only a few constructed later.
However, there was almost no difference in quality; the newly built houses had their own issues. The floodwaters flowed through the Sewers and along the planned drainage channels of the Gathering Place, eventually spilling out into the grasslands, where natural waterways would allow them to unleash their power.
The sea would be their ultimate destination, but it was uncertain how much the temperature would rise after this downpour. If it remained below freezing, the number of Zombies would not increase significantly. But if it rose above zero, the Zombies would fully enter hunting mode, leaving their fate in the hands of humanity.
Meanwhile, in Hansui City, nearly a million Zombies staggered out of the city. The floodwaters reached waist height; any misstep could sweep them away. Yet they moved forward fearlessly in a single direction.
If Zheng Yifan saw this, he would undoubtedly recognize their destination: Hope Gathering Place.
The floodwaters nearly breached Jiang Grand Bridge but ultimately did not. If they had broken through, half of Hope Gathering Place would likely be submerged.
Fortunately, the rain came quickly and left just as fast. After only two hours, it ceased, and a ray of sunlight broke through.
At that moment, more Zombies emerged. They paid no mind to the flood; they simply moved toward one direction. There, they sensed the scent of their leader and the message guiding them.
Their pace was slow but steady. First-Level Zombies wandered aimlessly while Second-Level Zombies interspersed among them occasionally managed a few of their subordinates.
It was their instinct to stay grouped together as much as possible. The pressure from higher levels compelled the Low-Level Zombies to instinctively obey the Advanced Zombies.
“Roar!”
“Roar!”
A roar erupted from the horde of Zombies, followed by a series of chilling cries. Among the mass of Zombies, there were hidden ones, lurking within the bodies of others, waiting for the right moment to claim a life. Many grotesque forms of Zombies began to reveal themselves.
There was a towering Zombie, over ten meters tall, resembling a tank. Its slow, sluggish movements were even less than one-tenth that of a First-Level Zombie. Each step it took with its short legs took an eternity, but the green liquid dripping from its mouth onto the ground made a hissing sound that constantly reminded other Zombies that it was not to be trifled with.
No Zombie would dare provoke such a behemoth. This was a body of a parasitic intelligent Zombie that had emerged from Hansui City, with its core still being that of a sentient Zombie.
Gradually, they gathered and converged, leaving only a shadow behind.
On another front, traces of Zombie activity could be seen around the Wilderness Gathering Place and nearby Gathering Places. Even the Zombies from distant Kaiyi City began to spread outward, their targets clearly set on Ruiguan.
This situation sent those blocking the path between Ruiguan and Kaiyi City into a frenzy. Upon receiving the news, they hurriedly sought refuge in the Wilderness Gathering Place.
The entire human situation had turned upside down; from now on, humanity would truly witness the terror of Zombies.
At that very moment, Zombies across the globe surged forth. No longer scattered and disorganized, they moved in an orchestrated rhythm, targeting areas they instinctively believed held the most prey.
Yet they were also avoiding something—the desolate places where beasts roamed freely. In the rugged mountains of Huaguo, no Zombie dared to venture because they always brought death.
From this point onward began the countdown to death—the countdown for humanity's demise worldwide. No one knew when their time would come.
Rubbing his hands together, Zheng Yifan quietly awaited the fields to recover, eagerly anticipating the start of this battle. (To be continued)
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