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Shi Laonian's face looked as if it had been kicked by an eighty-year-old woman hundreds of times, his expression fixed in place, hands trembling, eyes brimming with tears, on the verge of crying.
Quitting alcohol was like a nightmare for him. The Tentacle Monster Zombie in front of him hadn't even unleashed its full destructive power before it died, without a hint of suspense.
That shot had struck true, leaving no room for doubt; all that remained was the final roar of death, followed by Shi Laonian's wrinkled face.
"What if I change my mind? Will the leader kill me?" Shi Laonian asked cautiously, glancing at Wu Yingzhou and Li Li beside him, feeling a bit guilty.
"The leader? If you dare to backtrack, just see if he won't kill you!" Wu Yingzhou teased Shi Laonian, relishing the rare opportunity to see him in such a predicament. This fellow had never faced a loss except when it came to alcohol; now that he had suffered at Zheng Yifan's hands, it was indeed a rare occurrence.
Now he was waiting for Shi Laonian to quit drinking. Just thinking about his pitiful appearance made him want to laugh.
"Don't just enjoy the show. With so much fine wine gone and still needing to quit drinking, I might as well die!" This Old Buddy managed to squeeze out two drops of tears, though it was hard to tell if they were genuine.
Regardless, the sense of loss was palpable to everyone.
Though they were talking, they didn't stop attacking; there were simply too many Zombies around them, overwhelming in number. If they didn't take care of those Zombies, they would surely be completely surrounded. Finally, Wu Yingzhou stepped forward to collect the Zombie Crystal left behind by the Tentacle Monster.
Only then did they begin to regroup with Zheng Yifan.
They had never considered that Zheng Yifan would not allow them to approach. Their purpose for coming out was to support Zheng Yifan; they couldn't just return without bringing him back.
Meanwhile, Zheng Yifan had already charged toward his target. He looked at the Wire Zombie before him, who showed no signs of panic and remained calm. Zheng Yifan truly began to reassess Zombies; this fellow was far too composed.
"You still have time to go back!" The Wire Zombie surprisingly remained unrestrained and could still speak.
The signal waves emanating from it were incredibly powerful; even from over ten meters away, Zheng Yifan could feel the intense signal fluctuations.
"That's impossible. I came here to take you down," Zheng Yifan declared resolutely, staring at the Wire Zombie while sensing that something bad was about to happen.
The fellow before him seemed to possess a strong influence, continuously affecting Zheng Yifan's thought process. The surrounding magnetic field was chaotic, creating intense vibrations.
Zheng Yifan could hardly endure this feeling, forcing himself to remain calm at the last moment as he faced the Wire Zombie, his Silver Spear poised for attack.
He sensed an extremely strange atmosphere; the Fellow before him showed no fear, while a strong sense of danger clung to Zheng Yifan. It felt as if invisible hands were gently caressing his body, ready to strike at any moment.
"Since you refuse my toast and choose punishment instead, I won't play with you any longer," the Line Zombie Leader said, lightly swaying its body. A mass of wire-like structures began to fall away, revealing its true form—a middle-aged man in his forties. His muscles had severely atrophied, sustained only by the last remnants of his willpower.
He had undoubtedly chosen to become a Zombie. Although humans possessed Superpowers, Zombies had nearly limitless potential for development compared to humans. They were not restricted to ordinary abilities; they could sacrifice most parts of their bodies just to enhance a specific aspect.
Just like the Line Zombie Leader before him, its body had not utilized any unnecessary wiring or Controllers; it was a product of complete self-evolution, functioning as a cellular-based Signal transmission platform.
This was technology that Zheng Yifan and his companions had never encountered—belonging to Scientists who studied Genetic Science. The research conducted in the Hope Gathering Place primarily focused on ordinary Superpower Applications and Superpower Technology.
Though both paths aimed for convenience in life and ultimately for human survival, their true purposes were entirely different.
It was like two cars driving in opposite directions on an infinitely extending road—never to meet.
The Line Zombie Leader detached from its base, all Signals vanished, and the remaining Zombies went wild. They howled in despair, realizing they had lost all semblance of humanity and could only scream helplessly.
Their strength had completely dissipated; they could only wallow in self-pity as they gazed at their own bodies, silently weeping.
This was their ultimate fate.
But what was the final outcome? The vast majority of Zombies chose death. There was no pain; people no longer feared death as much. Life was inherently uncontrollable, with only a limited time left to live, leading many to opt for death.
The most terrifying aspect was losing freedom—the inability to move or control one’s body, forced to watch as it committed a series of horrific acts against its will.
What drove them to despair was witnessing their bodies consume the corpses of those who had already died—corpses that still bore their bite marks. Unfortunately, they could only watch and feel their kind's flesh slide down their throats and then out of their bodies. They felt their own flesh rotting, every nerve in a desperate struggle for survival.
If one were to describe it, it would be worse than death—like enduring the most horrifying torture imaginable.
Only a very few chose to continue living. They did not fear death; at this point, death meant little. They chose to fight bravely, making one last stand to drag those demons into the abyss.
They were true warriors, for even after enduring such torment, they did not falter.
Across the battlefield, a massive wave of Zombies began to turn and charge wildly at their own lines.
The Zombie hordes became chaotic, and the pressure on the warriors of Fortress Jiang suddenly decreased. Perhaps their pressure had never been too great; only a few flying Zombies had breached the defenses, but they were quickly brought under control.
Although the Zombies displayed various tactics, they remained weak in front of the formidable defenses of the Hope Gathering Place.
Of course, this was contingent upon Zheng Yifan and several other powerful individuals stirring up chaos among the Zombie ranks. Zheng Yifan had already taken down millions of Zombies. Coupled with the disruption he caused to the entire Zombie horde's movements, it truly alleviated the pressure on Fortress Jiang.
Simply killing a Million Zombies would not have had this effect.
Fortress Jiang certainly did not possess the strength to easily repel the Zombies.
Zheng Yifan stared blankly at the situation before him, his mind struggling to process it. As for attacking the Line Zombie Leader, he had no inclination to do so; that Zombie was moving far too slowly. If "tortoise speed" were a derogatory term, then it could only be described as snail-like. Having been fixed in one position for too long, its muscles had completely atrophied, and its bones were evolving into structures that transmitted Signals, while its brain continued to expand in capacity.
If given another two or three years, it would become a stationary launch tower, serving only to manipulate and emit Signals.
However, it was clear that it would never reach that point. As it moved, green Zombie Fluid slowly dripped from its body. The liquid was running low; without formed Zombie Crystal s, its strength relied solely on potions for sustenance. Judging by its appearance, life was nearly at an end.
But soon enough, Zheng Yifan would discover the real reason for his halt.
He felt his blood turning cold as a chilling aura emerged—seven parts familiar and three parts terrifying.
Looking ahead, it was as if a thick mist appeared, gradually coalescing into a humanoid form. In terms of Superpower usage, Zheng Yifan was far behind many others. Yet when it came to sensing Vital Energy, he was much more adept than most.
It was as if this mist before him was condensed from complete Vital Energy; within it lay a human—a Superpowered Individual—there was no doubt about that.
What puzzled Zheng Yifan even more was who it could be! It had to be someone he knew well; however, among those he recognized, there was no one with such abilities.
Perhaps there was only one person—someone he had encountered before.
Chiyou?
That definitely doesn't make sense. If Chiyou and Old Buddy could come out, then this world wouldn't need anyone else to conquer it. He could easily gather the remnants of the Chiyou Tribe and recruit Survivors, taking down everyone without a problem.
Now, the only possibility is those at the same level as Chatty Uncle.
Or, it could actually be Chatty Uncle!
Thinking of this, Zheng Yifan stared in surprise at the mist before him. He was already certain it was Chatty Uncle. If it were a stranger, they would have just killed him outright; only Chatty Uncle, who had some connection with him or perhaps with Huangdi, would let him off the hook.
However, he had been tricked and ended up being attacked into the river.
"Weren't you eaten by the monsters in the river?" Zheng Yifan shouted in astonishment.
It was both a test and a way to reassure himself not to panic.
"Was it that Old Turtle of yours? He doesn't have the strength to take me down. As for the other monsters, which one of them is my match?" It was still that familiar Chatty voice, calm and steady, yet enough to astonish Zheng Yifan.
The river might very well be home to the most powerful beast, yet it couldn't deal with Chatty Uncle! (To be continued...)
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