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Death had weighed heavily upon them for so long that they could barely remember what it felt like to live. Yet, they knew they no longer wished to continue living. Ever since they drank that strange potion, they understood that survival was no longer an option.
Without experiencing the pain before death, one could never truly understand their feelings.
They had felt the sensation of dying, a genuine desire for death that remained unfulfilled.
Even if they attempted to take their own lives, the Controller above their heads would immediately issue commands to stop such futile actions.
More often than not, they could only move their lips; their bodies were completely beyond their control.
"Death! How I long for death or even greater suffering! I swear!" An elderly Zombie spoke solemnly among the horde.
Zheng Yifan nodded silently. However, he could not kill them yet; he needed to destroy the Floating Ship first. Only then could he eliminate these Fellow who had become Zombies.
"Just endure a little longer; it will be over soon!" Zheng Yifan tiptoed past them, stealthily making his way toward the center of the Floating Ship. No one warned him; it was as if he had never passed by at all. The eyes of those people were devoid of hope, filled only with helplessness and hatred for the apocalypse.
They could only hope to die soon. Zheng Yifan needed to free them and also destroy the Floating Ship—more destruction was better!
As long as the Floating Ship remained intact, the soldiers at Tiger Mouth Military Base would eventually perish within a few months. Without the Zombie Potion, their hard power could not compete with the warriors of Hope Gathering Place.
Using the Zombie Potion would prolong their suffering, causing those Survivors to slowly die off while all consumed resources became wasted efforts.
The battle was a race against time. If Hope Gathering Place gained time, they could outlast Tiger Mouth Military Base. Without time, however, engaging in close combat would yield a fifty-fifty chance of failure, but the real loss would be precious lives.
The population of Hope Gathering Place had always been a critical weakness. Although it appeared that many people were distributed across various sectors, they had already been significantly diluted. They could not possibly match Tiger Mouth Military Base's ability to produce hundreds of thousands of Zombies for battle using the Zombie Potion.
Their method of fighting to mutual destruction relied on their ability to recruit manpower without restraint; if they couldn't recruit, they could still capture others for use.
However, the development model of the Hope Gathering Place was not viable.
Zheng Yifan could only try to buy time. As long as he could hold out for a week, it was likely that the Tiger Mouth Military Base would suffer thousands of losses among the Zombies, forcing them to launch a frontal assault. That was exactly what the Hope Gathering Place hoped for.
With the battle intensifying and continuous development, the subsequent forces of the Hope Gathering Place were absolutely formidable.
What Zheng Yifan was doing now was to destroy the entire Floating Ship.
If it had been impossible to destroy before, now there were plenty of ways. The super-large Floating Ships had been built to cross rivers; they seemed to have anticipated this.
No one expected that such a seemingly useless thing would become so important now.
The materials for construction were simple, and the size was enormous; when connected together, they formed a bridge. When reassembled, it became a massive transport ship.
There were not as many requirements as in the Post-Apocalypse; as long as it worked, that was enough. They did not know how the world would change with the arrival of the apocalypse, so they could only keep things as simple as possible, because simplicity meant versatility.
Now they had succeeded, but Zheng Yifan smiled because he discovered that most of the materials used by people from the Post-Apocalypse to build these Floating Ships were flammable. This meant that as long as Zheng Yifan set fire to one ship, he could take out all the Floating Ships here.
However, with ships spaced every meter apart, if one ship caught fire, everyone on the other ships would immediately know, or those pulling the strings behind the scenes would be alerted. They would definitely send their strongest warriors to eliminate Zheng Yifan.
If ten wouldn’t work, then a hundred. If a hundred wouldn’t work, then a thousand. They would eventually wear Zheng Yifan down.
Moreover, Zheng Yifan had long regarded those Survivors as his own people. How could he tolerate such losses to his interests?
Quietly, Zheng Yifan spread gasoline all over one ship before moving on to the next. He didn’t ignite it yet; he prepared the gasoline while flying onward.
However, he still hadn’t figured out a specific way to execute his plan. For now, he just needed to prepare the gasoline.
In this vast world of reality, Zheng Yifan was not afraid of such problems.
Easily handling over ten ships, Zheng Yifan gazed at the dark blue waves and the sun that was gradually rising, preparing himself for battle.
He held a flare in his hand, a survival tool that Zheng Yifan had intended to use as fireworks; now it was time to put it to use.
Taking one of the flares out, he stepped onto the Adamantium Shield and began his nighttime fireworks journey.
It felt like celebrating the New Year with fireworks, but even more chaotic. Over ten massive fireworks were about to ignite, bringing forth memories that had long been sealed away.
Childhood memories. It felt as if he had returned to his hometown, back in front of his parents, back to the innocent days of youth.
"I'll send you off!" On the first Floating Ship, Zheng Yifan declared as he gently tossed the flare onto the ship.
Gasoline met flames, igniting fully; the fire surged forth, and the Adamantium Shield propelled him forward with a shockwave. The flames roared, and thick black smoke billowed into the sky. A pungent smell filled the air, evoking an unsettling feeling within.
Yet Zheng Yifan felt quite good. He relished this sensation, this feeling of letting everything go.
Midoyuan? If a person from the Post-Apocalypse needed more than five seconds to run desperately, Zheng Yifan would only need one second.
But what if Zheng Yifan stood on the Adamantium Shield and moved at full speed?
The answer was unknown to Zheng Yifan; he only knew that the flare in his hand was like a barrage of cannon fire, continuously being thrown out.
Over a hundred flares were launched onto the Floating Ship within a minute. The flames engulfed the entire river. The sheer volume of fire drove people into madness.
The people at Tiger Mouth Military Base finally reacted. This was their disadvantage in using Zombies; these Zombies had no awareness of sacrifice. Most were mere walking corpses. Even if they once wished to be loyal, they had now become Zombies themselves, wishing for nothing more than for Tiger Mouth Military Base to perish quickly, leaving them with no concern for their own affairs.
Zheng Yifan had truly struck gold, for there were no Zombies to contend with. The fire he set was exhilarating, burying over twenty thousand Zombies in its wake. Before their demise, they wore smiles, the smiles of those who could finally reunite with their families.
It was a satisfying feeling of vengeance.
"Dog! Are you the one causing trouble?" Without needing to do anything, someone on the opposite shore challenged him.
It was a Dwarf, standing about four feet tall, with a wrinkled face that resembled the Dwarven race from the game.
But do not mistake him for just any old Dwarf. He wielded a massive steel sword, over two meters long, and swung it with impressive might.
With a mere flick of his wrist, he unleashed a powerful slash that radiated brilliant light. The energy that erupted from the sword resembled Light Element energy; this transformed Vital Energy unleashed tremendous power. Without hesitation, Zheng Yifan raised his Adamantium Shield in front of him and curled his body behind it.
In less than a millisecond, the light blade vanished. However, a straight cut could be seen on the Frozen Surface, extending all the way to the opposite shore.
By the time it reached the other side, the force had become negligible. Otherwise, with such a Fellow standing there swinging his giant sword continuously, there would be no need to fight at Hope Gathering Place; surrender would be the only option. This was not war; it was like a demolition crew tearing down houses.
Fortunately, his strength had not truly reached that level yet. He had merely just advanced to the Fourth Stage as a Superpowered Individual.
Zheng Yifan could still feel the awkwardness of his recent power upgrade and was even more shocked by it.
He had not improved solely through his own strength; all the energy felt obscure, and his understanding of Superpower was still lacking.
However, there was no denying his formidable combat prowess. The power of his Superpower determined his future, but he had already overdrawn his potential and would never touch the edge of Fifth Level in this lifetime.
That was what a true Superpowered Individual looked like.
"Just a Fourth-Stage Esper! Let me show you the power of Fifth Level!" Zheng Yifan said calmly as he burst forth from behind the Adamantium Shield, tossing it into the air.
The Adamantium Shield surprisingly did not fall but continued to spin. Zheng Yifan gripped the Silver Spear with both hands, channeling its power as the spearhead began to transform gradually.
Before the transformation was complete, Zheng Yifan initiated his next move, attacking even while the Silver Spear had not fully changed.
The attack was brief yet powerful. He intended to use the technique known as Wildfire Spreading.
However, during the actual guidance, Zheng Yifan discovered that he could feel the power of flames—true flame power. Wildfire Spreading was merely a method of guidance; the real battle was just beginning. The flames engulfed the Dwarf before him, and all his strength was poured into it.
Then came Zheng Yifan's powerful thrust.
Thrust! This was the most adept move in his Shooting Skill, known for its lethal impact. As he thrust forward, it was no longer about exhilaration; Zheng Yifan felt that this thrust drew in the surrounding Vital Energy, causing it to writhe and merge into the Silver Spear.
The rugged spearhead suddenly began to gather power, countless Vital Energies being compressed and forcibly condensed before entering the spearhead.
What emerged was the power of flames—extremely concentrated flame power. At the moment of impact, when the spear tip touched the Dwarf's beard, it erupted instantly! (To be continued)
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