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Swallows was rescued, its body quickly shrinking until it was no larger than a palm, now possessing only the strength of a First-Level Zombie, which was quite weak in the apocalypse. A Second-Level Zombie could easily take it down if it set its sights on it.
With such a frail body, it could only collapse onto the ground.
“Huang Brothers! You two useless fools, hurry up and take this bird back! Don’t waste time; I’ll handle that Fellow over there—no one is allowed to intervene!” Behind them, Ten Thousand Steps was eager to jump into action, but Zheng Yifan didn’t want this professional to fall in such a battle.
That would be pointless; he had greater plans for the future. The entire Hope Gathering Place needed this Fellow to shine in the apocalypse and create military innovations.
The factory at Hope Gathering Place had already established its framework, but it completely lacked core personnel and entrepreneurial creativity. Ten Thousand Steps was the final piece of the puzzle; embedding him into the Superpower Weapon Factory would create a chemical reaction that would elevate Runesmithing. It would perfectly integrate Runesmithing with Formation Mastery.
The future blueprint might even be conquered by this Fellow.
“Just a lackey; once I kill you, he’ll be next!” A fierce face bore a drop of crimson blood that gradually turned pure black as it trickled down the face, lingering on the chin for a few seconds before falling with a heavy thud onto the ground.
A single drop of blood stirred up colossal waves; the overwhelming dark power surged through every Zombie present.
Green liquid appeared on the surface of those transformed into Zombies, their clothes heavily decayed. A chunk of flesh, steaming with green gas, fell from their bodies. The green corpse fluid disappeared into the ground.
The Mutated Plants underground were watching closely. They would seize any corpse fluid that appeared as if they were the most patient hunters, ready to capture food at any moment.
“Kill!” Zheng Yifan shouted loudly as he thrust towards the Zombie in front of him. A hint of Fortune power flickered above his head but vanished almost instantly. That power was subtle; even when facing the Night Wolf, who had encountered Huangdi, Overlord, and Superpower, one could not discern this mutated Superpower.
“Child! If you want to kill me, you can only experience it in the hell of your fabricated myths! Right now! I am the king of this world; Zombies have become our strength!” Night Wolf howled loudly, waving his hands incessantly.
Zheng Yifan stood ready with his Left-Handed Edman Alloy Shield to block at any moment while his right hand wielded the Silver Spear, already beginning its attack.
One shot!
His Shooting Skill was precise, piercing through the neck of the foremost Superpowered Individual. That was where the Zombies stored their Zombie Crystal s. There could be no mistakes.
A single shot rang out. The entire head, along with the neck, was blown away, leaving a piercing scream in the air.
Even in death, the body continued its assault, its claws thrashing violently. More terrifying was the Scorpion Tail, still in motion; the body had begun to dissolve into corpse fluid. There were no Zombie Crystal s, nor any crystallized Vital Energy—only the Superpower within its body was dissipating, a purple energy evaporating from its insides.
Without a head, there were no commands to control the body. A normal Zombie would quickly collapse, its body gradually turning into corpse fluid.
But the Zombie before them was completely different. Its body was transforming into corpse fluid, yet its attacks showed no sign of stopping; it faithfully executed the commands given before its head was severed. Its claws swung toward Zheng Yifan, while the Scorpion Tail lunged at Zheng Yifan's chest at supersonic speed.
"Clang!" The crisp sound of impact echoed. The Scorpion Tail seemed to crumble as it struck against the Adamantium Shield, bending upon contact. A trickle of green corpse fluid gradually enveloped the Zombie's entire body before it slowly disappeared.
"Did you see that? Did you see that? This is what a Zombie truly is! This is the ultimate weapon of our great leader! Those Zombies modified by Vital Energy are nothing compared to it! What you face are always those dim-witted Zombies, and these inferior beings will become your nightmare!" Night Wolf roared loudly, like a madman.
One could imagine a person imprisoned for thousands of years, with no one to confide in; their kin scattered across various tasks. They could only live among ordinary people, laboring together, fighting together, and even dying together.
However, as Superpowered Individuals, they could always escape into the Shadow World at the moment of death, waiting until after the battle to emerge and check on their comrades before starting anew.
It was as if everything was a cycle—thousands of years passed, time erasing all memories. Those thoughts that had been suppressed could finally surface.
He acknowledged Zheng Yifan's strength; indeed, he was worthy of releasing the depression that had been bottled up for millions of years.
With Night Wolf's words, all the Zombies began their assault. They never held back; the power of Vital Energy made them even stronger. The first to attack Zheng Yifan was a Third-Stage Esper who had transformed into a Third-Stage Zombie.
Originally a swift Superpowered Individual, he had become a bulky Third-Stage Zombie with an astonishingly heavy tail mace. He showed no signs of discomfort as he accurately swung his tail mace forward. His body followed the force of the tail mace as it flew ahead.
The target!
It was none other than Zheng Yifan—the tail mace aimed precisely at where Zheng Yifan would land.
As long as he could restrict Zheng Yifan's movement, the battle would already be over. Surrounded by dozens of Zombies and with Night Wolf lurking nearby, there would be no escape.
All of Night Wolf's energy was focused on controlling the Zombies. These Zombies retained the most basic level of intelligence, able to judge attack positions and directions based on Night Wolf's commands.
Just how powerful could a large group of Zombies be?
It was impossible to estimate. Zheng Yifan had previously faced mixed teams of Third Stage and Second-Level Zombies, but the ones in front of him were clearly abnormal.
The tail hammer of the Third-Stage Zombie came crashing down without mercy, showing no hesitation. Its power reached theoretical limits, and a large cloud of green smoke erupted from the Zombie's body, symbolizing its maximum effort to surpass its limits.
This was also what terrified Zheng Yifan the most.
Zheng Yifan had dared to confront the Zombies head-on because he understood their theoretical limits. If they surpassed those limits, it was something that Zombies could never achieve. That limitation was the last vestige left by human genes for the Zombies, as well as the energy limit provided by the Zombie Crystal.
Now, that limitation had been broken, and their power was entirely drawn from their former superpowers. Incredibly strong, they launched fierce attacks with no mercy whatsoever.
"Die!" Zheng Yifan shouted as he slammed his Adamantium Shield against the tail hammer. He met it at a critical moment before the Zombie could unleash its full strength. It was now at the peak of its swing; if it fell any further, it would accumulate even greater power. At that moment, Zheng Yifan wasn't sure if he could withstand this blow.
In a direct confrontation, humans had never been a match for Zombies. Zheng Yifan's body was thrown into the air, landing near the entrance of the botanical garden. The massive external structure of the garden loomed behind him as the Zombie suddenly stared coldly at him, its claws lunging forward while its head slowly detached from its body.
As Zheng Yifan blocked the Zombie's tail hammer, his Adamantium Shield had already spun halfway around its neck. The force of the shield tore through its neck. There was no blood left, only half a head hanging from its neck, with a trickle of green liquid slowly oozing out.
Yet it still did not die; even in its final moments, it could still attack Zheng Yifan.
"Kill him!" Night Wolf roared angrily. Four Second-Level Zombies lunged at Zheng Yifan while other Zombies protected Night Wolf. As a pioneer of the First Vitality Era, he knew how to protect himself from harm and understood the rules of survival on the battlefield. No matter how weak an opponent might be, self-preservation came first. Countless stronger beings than him had fallen victim to ambushes that took their heads without hesitation.
Today was a battle he had anticipated for thousands of years; it was a moment that made his blood boil, and he absolutely would not allow any accidents to occur.
"Kill! At all costs!" His loud roar carried a sense of determination. The Second-Level Zombies activated their final means simultaneously.
Self-detonation—a tactic almost nonexistent among Zombies—was now being unleashed. The power surged uncontrollably as cracks appeared all over the ground, releasing waves of life energy from Mutated Plants.
The self-detonation of the Zombie released all its energy in an instant, and this unleashed energy was more suitable for the Mutated Plants to absorb.
They could no longer contain their intentions, allowing their branches to absorb the Vital Energy from the Zombie.
"Ah!" A loud scream erupted as Zheng Yifan's body curled completely under the protection of the Adamantium Shield, as if a Shell had been shot into the building of the botanical garden, perfectly embedded within it.
Not even a sliver of edge was left exposed.
It was as if the Adamantium Shield had originally been set there.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of consecutive explosions rang out; it was the sound of the Zombie's self-detonation. The power of death was always immense. Zheng Yifan felt nothing while hiding behind the Adamantium Shield, but the botanical garden faithfully displayed the full intensity of the attack.
Multiple explosions instantly destroyed the structure of the botanical garden. The reinforced concrete could not withstand the Super Ability Attack from the Zombie, and soon after, the Third-Stage Zombies followed suit. Night Wolf knew that it wouldn't be so easy to eliminate Zheng Yifan; only the self-detonation power of the Third-Stage Zombies could do that.
The prerequisite was that they had to get close enough to self-detonate; otherwise, they would allow their target to escape. In just two hours, all the Zombies he controlled would naturally perish.
By that time, his protective force would be at its weakest.
He absolutely could not let time drag on. A swift resolution was his only means. (To be continued...)
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