Published: February 6, 2025
With two sizzling sounds, two bright rays almost merged into a single line of light, striking the grade 4 choker.
This type of ray, capable of easily creating large holes in the bodies of three-star evolved beings, attracted the attention of almost everyone on the battlefield.
All the survivors understood that the grade 4 choker among the zombie horde, and Ye Zhongming among humans, were the souls of both sides, representing their highest combat power. Their battle directly affected the outcome of this war.
Once one side was defeated, the force it represented would collapse.
Perhaps in the struggle for survival, fighting would continue, but at that point, it would purely be instinct to survive, rather than the soulful battles they were engaged in now.
When the light and sound caused by the two rays was seen and heard by everyone, both humans and high-level zombies were waiting for the result of this strike.
As the light gradually faded, everyone saw a figure still sitting on the shoulder of the corpse ape.
The hearts of the humans collectively sank.
Anyone could see that the two mighty rays were Ye Zhongming's trump card, but it was clearly ineffective now.
Young Master Yun, cramped among his subordinates as they desperately fought off the surrounding zombies, slightly opened his mouth, his eyes filled with pain.
“Boss, it looks like we’re going to die here today.”
One of his subordinates felt a pang in his nose. He had mocked countless times those who cried and begged for mercy in the face of death, but when he faced this moment, he suddenly realized he wasn't much stronger than those people.
“Let’s break through; whoever can get out should try! Young Master Yun, we’ll cover you!” A brother, pulling Young Master Yun out of his daze, proposed the idea of a breakout.
The direction of the zombie horde still hadn’t changed, moving towards the main building, with most already surpassing the evolvers. If they could break through the remaining high-level zombies in the opposite direction, there was still a chance to escape.
More than half of the remaining ten Starved Tiger Knights agreed with this idea.
Young Master Yun was momentarily stunned. He looked at the golden figure on the corpse ape, then at the man wielding a white war knife not far away. For a fleeting moment, he almost agreed to his subordinate's request. But when he withdrew his gaze and saw the brothers around him who had died tragically, looking at the gray-level broken spear in his hand, and remembering the promise he made, Young Master Yun suddenly roared.
“After so many brothers have died, does it end here? Even if we all die here today, we have to take these bastards down with us!”
As Young Master Yun shouted, he threw the broken spear at the zombies ahead.
On the other side, the number of survivors in Shasha Team was greater than that of the Starved Tiger Knights, but the number of deaths was still close to twenty. Their larger number didn’t mean their losses were any less severe.
At this moment, ten bottles of Evolution Potions clearly could not compensate for the losses.
Just like in Young Master Yun's camp, many people suggested a breakout.
“Do you think we are still fighting for those few bottles of Evolution Potions?” Shasha wiped the blood from her face, some of it her own, but more from zombies.
“No, this is now a battle between humans and zombies; it has nothing to do with anyone else. It is merely a defense of our race. Such battles will only increase in the future. If I escape today, what about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? If we leave, even if we survive, don’t you think something will be completely lost to us? When facing these zombies in the future, when facing danger, we will lose the courage to fight desperately and become cowardly weaklings. Even if we survive, we will just be prolonging our demise!”
Shasha swung her knife, cutting down the rushing zombies. Her arms were already strained, unable to ensure every strike hit the zombies' heads.