Published: February 10, 2025
Watching Yuan Shang and his group leave with a significant number of Evolution Potions, Liang Chuyin's killing intent had not yet dissipated. This killing intent was not directed at these individuals, but rather aimed at the mysterious enemy.
“Is it still possible?”
Money has always been a tempting factor, and this remains unchanged even in the apocalypse. However, many people now see Cloud Summit as a dead zone. Even if Ye Zhongming personally shows up to recruit talent, many forces would likely hesitate. They might eventually come, but with so much delay, it’s uncertain how long it would take.
“Of course, we can’t place our hopes on these people. They will at most just beat the drums on the sidelines. Once our main force gains an advantage, these people will fight desperately because there are benefits to be gained.”
Ye Zhongming's expression was still not much better. Cloud Summit was his foundation, and with the current situation being unclear, it would be false to say he was not worried.
“Our main force?”
Liang Chuyin did not understand. Although Cloud Summit had developed greatly and had over ten thousand warriors, facing such a massive horde of zombies and mutated life forms, this number was insufficient to be called saviors.
“Yeah, the posthumous children!”
After speaking, Ye Zhongming instructed Liang Chuyin to stay here and lead these people towards Cloud Summit. He himself boarded the Jingjue Floating Sphere and raced towards Cloud Summit.
He understood that even if he couldn’t solve all problems temporarily, he had to return to the villa. He needed to give hope to those trapped inside!
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“Retreat, retreat, retreat!”
Little Tiger’s hoarse voice rang out as humans began to pull back. If they didn’t leave soon, they would be surrounded and torn apart by this pack of mutated dogs.
The team fell back in an orderly manner, running rapidly while controlling their speed. Some people still threw down fresh mutated beast meat to distract the pursuing creatures; they were not far from the ambush zone.
The team executing the Flame Tiger Project had returned to the vicinity of Cloud Summit several days ago, except for Xia Lei’s group. However, they were unable to charge in and could only attack these mutated life forms from the periphery.
They simultaneously sent people to contact any evolvers that might still be nearby, urging them to come and fight together, while continuing to snipe at the slowly but steadily arriving mutated life forms. Some were even sent out to lure and harass the monsters surrounding the city, hoping to relieve some of the pressure on Cloud Summit.
However, it was despairing to note that while the red mist above Cloud Summit had dissipated considerably, it still held a strong attraction for these monsters. Even if they were temporarily lured away, they would return once they had gone a bit further.
In frustration, the Cloud Summit team could only adopt the strategy of attracting a small number of creatures, then encircling and eliminating them.
Although the results were decent—having only suffered a few hundred casualties over these days while eliminating nearly ten thousand mutated life forms—everyone knew that compared to the sea of corpses, this number was merely a drop in the bucket.
Everyone was anxious, waiting for news of Cloud Summit being breached.
In just a few days, Little Tiger, Mo Ye, and other Cloud Summit members grew increasingly agitated, many becoming so anxious they were frothing at the mouth. This state had nearly been eradicated after their evolution but was now widespread again, reflecting the mental state of the group.
Each member of Cloud Summit was thinking: Where is the boss? Where is Sister Lei?
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On the battlefield, suddenly a cry rang out. Some temporarily relieved individuals looked over to see a young evolver, likely under twenty, running towards the city wall while crying loudly.