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The world above seemed to have undergone countless changes. When Zheng Yifan finally emerged from the underground and reached the surface, he felt a sense of oppression in his heart. He had eliminated the Son of the Sun God, and the pressure on him suddenly decreased. His physical strength began to swell, but most importantly, he sensed that changes were occurring in his body. He could not present himself before others and needed to find a place to recover.
He was unsure what had caused these changes, but he had a hunch that it was likely due to the Pink Crystal he had absorbed.
For now, there were no issues in Deep City. The warriors at the Guard Camp had ample supplies; they possessed water purifiers, flour from an entire factory, and a large stockpile of ammunition. Even if they ultimately could not hold their ground, they could escape using vehicles.
However, things were much more difficult for Zheng Yifan within Deep City itself, as he was now in the core area with no places to flee.
The number of Zombies was steadily increasing.
To restore his body, Zheng Yifan began a long struggle. In the very center of Deep City, he felt a peculiar calling and sensed the presence of the Primordial Pearl. It was located just a few kilometers away from him, but he had always been too wary to venture there. One must have some self-awareness; while it was possible to weaken an opponent's strength, one should not act recklessly.
When he previously encountered the Primordial Pearl, he had faced formidable creatures nearby. It was reasonable to deduce that the Primordial Pearl not only attracted him but also drew the attention of other beings. The Zombies guarding the Primordial Pearl were undoubtedly powerful.
Gradually weakening their strength became the best option. Zheng Yifan summoned his Avatar of the Believers repeatedly to wear down the Zombies. If he could maintain this for a year, it would be enough to eliminate all the Zombies; even over a hundred million Zombies would eventually succumb to persistence. Tens of thousands of Avatars of the Believers continuously cleared the streets. New Zombies kept appearing, but Second and Third Tier Zombies were taken out one by one through self-detonation by the Avatars. Once Fourth Stage or higher Zombies appeared, Zheng Yifan would engage directly; his Adamantium Shield's ranged attack proved effective without needing to run around.
By the time Zheng Yifan's body began to recover, half a month had already passed. During this time, he had curled up in a presidential suite of a five-star hotel, enjoying a life of comfort. He carried a generator with him and brought food from the real world. Each time he rested or practiced cultivation was aimed at restoring his body.
In his current room, the mirror reflected Zheng Yifan's powerful physique—bare and devoid of unnecessary clothing—though his complexion had turned pale. The floor was littered with food bags; various wrappers were tossed out of the window by Zheng Yifan. No one bothered to care about his littering; keeping them indoors would only take up space. Nevertheless, many food bags remained behind.
He had nearly reserved every fast-food delivery service in reality. Every time ten orders from different restaurants arrived at Zheng Yifan's apartment, they were delivered by newly hired temporary workers at fixed times—every half hour from one restaurant at four o'clock without interruption. Zheng Yifan relied on this food to replenish his energy.
However, even so, the food he was consuming could no longer replenish the energy within him, and he had no idea how to supplement his nutrition. If he wanted to find out, he would have to rely on the technology from the Time-Space Barrier.
In the First Vitality Era, there were still strong individuals who could replenish their power. They continuously developed and enhanced their abilities. Zheng Yifan did not believe that these people relied solely on regular meals to sustain themselves.
They must have specialized food; it was just that Zheng Yifan had not obtained any yet.
After looking at the two options before him, he felt conflicted. His Zombie Crystal was already sufficient to exchange for one of them. But what good would it do him now? Was he supposed to place those devices in Deep City?
That would be utterly foolish. In the end, he could only wait until he returned to the Hope Gathering Place to implement these plans.
Currently, the number of Zombies in Deep City was rapidly decreasing. Zheng Yifan's tens of thousands of Avatars of the Believers were continuously eliminating Zombies without fatigue; their numbers remained constant, and they would not die. Even if they were taken down, they could be summoned back.
Now, the faith in Zheng Yifan at the Hope Gathering Place was growing stronger, akin to encountering fanatics in times of dire crisis. It resembled the turmoil of those ten years in the real world when people were at their most frenzied; now, the Hope Gathering Place was beginning to show similar signs.
However, the oppression of the apocalypse prevented them from acting recklessly. They needed rationality; they could not afford madness. They had to fight desperately against Zombies while walking on the edge of life and death, which was more terrifying than war.
Behind Zheng Yifan, two Tumors had already grown within his Scapula. The Tumors seemed to possess Hearts, pulsating with life as if they were alive. The Vital Energy within Zheng Yifan's body supplied all its energy to these two Tumors. He did not know what would emerge from this process, but ultimately, it resonated with his spirit.
He had a premonition that this change would lead to his growth; he just did not know how long it would last—only that he needed to continuously replenish his energy.
Outside, Zombies were being killed one after another, and Zombie Crystal s were being brought back in abundance. The massive deaths of Zombies resulted in Zombie Fluid being absorbed by some unknown force; there were no Mutated Plants emerging from it. However, Zheng Yifan understood that in this space, the rules were different. The original scientific weapons could still be used, and the power of Vital Energy could also be harnessed.
If the entire world existed in such a form, it would undoubtedly signify a transformation in the battle between humanity and Zombies.
Completely reversing the decline of humanity.
However, Zheng Yifan did not know the reason; he only understood that the stability of this space required the support of Zombie Fluid. Now, Deep City was becoming increasingly stable due to Zheng Yifan's slaughter, as if it were a formation gradually approaching perfection. Zheng Yifan had no idea how many Zombies he needed to kill for complete stability; he only knew that Deep City needed an opportunity. With just one chance, it could transform into a stronghold for humanity. Here, weapons from the Post-Apocalypse could be used, and all rules would be restored. Only then would humanity have its strongest defense.
Yet, Zheng Yifan also knew that the ocean lay to the south. If they were to occupy Deep City, they would have to truly face the behemoths lurking in the sea.
That would be a battle that shook the earth. (To be continued...)
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