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The Zombies were quiet, like a cheetah poised to pounce, without the reckless roars that one might expect. Instead, there was a hidden malice lurking in every corner of the streets; their presence was felt everywhere, yet they remained unseen.
These were the absolute strong ones among the Zombies, the most powerful beings in this apocalyptic world. Zheng Yifan could not fathom what these Zombies were doing here, as he dared not imagine how he would face them if their strength and intelligence reached another level.
It was an almost insurmountable chasm that completely divided the ordinary Zombies that could be easily dispatched from the formidable ones.
Ahead lay the fierce Zombies, while behind him was the Gathering Place, which had little potential for further development.
Zheng Yifan stared intently at the silent Deep City for a long time, feeling an increasing sense of unease within him. He had never experienced such a strong feeling before; there must be Zombies here that could rival him or even stranger entities. The intensifying signs made him hesitant to advance with his team.
"Everyone stay put. If there’s a Zombie outbreak, we must retreat immediately. No one is allowed to act on their own! This time, I will go into Deep City alone. It’s easier to be agile by myself; bringing you all along might expose us too easily while we’re hiding!" Zheng Yifan justified his decision to himself and to everyone else; otherwise, they would surely insist on accompanying him into Deep City.
It was a den of dragons and tigers, or perhaps even a more terrifying hell—a purgatory formed by Zombies.
The terror inside was palpable, threatening Zheng Yifan as every hair on his body stood on end.
"Leader! Let us go with you. Even if we split up and act independently, it’s much better than you going alone!" Li Ning hesitated for a long time before speaking up from behind.
"Nonsense! The dangers ahead are absolutely beyond what you can withstand. The only one who can endure them is me, in a city filled with millions of Zombies. It’s too quiet! This is a trap!" Zheng Yifan shot them a fierce glare as hundreds of Avatars of the Believers appeared before him. They glanced at Zheng Yifan and then charged forward with rifles in hand.
The city lay in eerie silence, resembling a place already steeped in despair, with black smoke swirling above the ground. The stench of Zombies had turned the entire city into a putrid aroma of hopelessness; dust swirled around, and not a single figure could be seen.
Suddenly!
As over a hundred Avatars of the Believers entered the city, Zheng Yifan felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him. Then he began to see Zombies gradually appearing in the streets and alleys; they seemed to have concealed themselves within residential areas, and he couldn’t tell how they emerged. They appeared inexplicably on the streets—these Zombies were all Second-Level Zombies; he did not see any other levels among them. Their speed was like lightning, giving them an advantage in urban combat as they could launch surprise attacks within seconds.
The Avatars of the Believers were powerful beings summoned by Zheng Yifan, their combat skills entirely inherited from Lin Chong's Shooting Skill and Zheng Yifan's own battle experience.
Dealing with ordinary Second-Level Zombies felt like a massacre, but now it was entirely different. Those Second-Level Zombies had become extraordinarily powerful. Their speed had increased significantly, and the most astonishing thing was the black light they emitted during combat. Zheng Yifan was certain he had never seen anything like it before.
The battle seemed to be shrouded in uncertainty. With a million Zombies, if they all moved like those shadowy figures, Zheng Yifan wouldn't dare to enter.
Fortunately, when a hundred Avatars of the Believers entered the city streets, it became evident that the First-Level Zombies were swaying through the alleys. However, the streets were completely deserted for reasons unknown.
The battle inexplicably began, seemingly without end. Zheng Yifan's Avatars of the Believers continued to push forward, reaching areas beyond his line of sight, where they started to fight based on their own judgment.
Zheng Yifan released all his Avatars of the Believers, eager to discover what lay within the city.
Behind him, the warriors of the Guard Camp finally withdrew from Deep City under Zheng Yifan's repeated orders, establishing themselves in the Factory Area to await further commands and set up defensive lines.
Not just a single line of defense, but layers upon layers of fortifications continuously obstructing the enemy. During the battle, Zheng Yifan was unsure how his warriors should fight, but he had arranged for their retreat. He believed they would handle it well.
As for the front lines, he entrusted them to his fiercely capable Fellow.
The three women were sent to their rooms by Zheng Yifan, strictly forbidden from joining the fight.
This was not a battle comparable to that in the Factory Area; the powerful Zombies of Deep City could easily tear them apart. Even Fourth Stage An Xiaolu would find herself like a wave in the ocean upon entering Deep City, unable to create any significant impact.
Zheng Yifan was different; he possessed the fastest supplies and best combat preparations, always ready to escape.
That was why he dared to venture into Deep City.
Bringing others along would eliminate his strategic advantage of being able to attack or retreat at will.
Ahead, the Avatar of the Believers cleared the path, allowing Zheng Yifan to truly venture into the tiger's den. The warriors behind him had already begun their retreat, showing no signs of reluctance; they were absolutely obedient to Zheng Yifan's commands.
As he moved forward cautiously, Zheng Yifan felt a thrill. The Avatar of the Believers continued to fall, and he quietly lurked in the shadows of the street, ready to escape at any moment. It had been a long time since he experienced such a feeling. Zheng Yifan's heart was still filled with madness; he hoped to hone his skills in battle and wished for the chance to ascend to the Sixth Tier. It was a leap he had never truly achieved on his own, and he desperately needed this opportunity to experience the sensation of leveling up firsthand, so he could understand how to navigate his future path.
Moreover, within his Storage Space, the Primordial Pearls had begun to emit a distinct sense of direction. Zheng Yifan knew that the last Primordial Pearl lay at the very center of Deep City.
He was uncertain how many Primordial Pearls existed, but he understood that such opportunities were rare; this might be his only chance to acquire the missing Primordial Pearl.
With determination, he charged forward.
Hiding around a street corner, as a thousand Avatars of the Believers surged ahead and cleared a vast area, Zheng Yifan suddenly dashed out from behind a wall. He lowered his body to its limits and sprinted like a cheetah through an alley cleared by hundreds of Avatars of the Believers. He leaped onto a third-floor balcony, effortlessly tearing apart the security bars with his right hand before slipping inside.
The zombies outside remained completely unaware that such a figure had entered the nearby low-rise building.
Only a dozen or so zombies inside noticed Zheng Yifan immediately.
Unfortunately for them, they could not make a sound before Zheng Yifan dispatched them swiftly.
A dozen First-Level Zombies fell as easily as if he were swatting mosquitoes. (To be continued...)
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