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The camp fell silent for a moment, a silence not of relief after a battle, nor of the suffocating stillness before a storm, but a deeper, more desperate silence, like the silence of a condemned man awaiting execution.

No one spoke, no one moved, no one dared to breathe.

That silence lasted for a full three seconds... In those three seconds, even the wind stopped, even the chirping of insects stopped, even the crackling of the fire disappeared.

The world seemed to be filled only with the Zombie King's heavy breathing and the heartbeats pounding in everyone's chests.

The Zombie King raised his hand.

There were no decorative movements, no elegant, painterly gestures like those of the Ice Witch, nor the fiery, dancing gestures like those of the Fire Witch.

It simply raised its hand and then waved it down.

"boom!"

A visible burst of energy flew out from its palm.

It wasn't magic, it wasn't a skill, it was pure, compressed power, like a cannonball.

As the energy flew through the air, the surrounding air was compressed, producing a sharp whistling sound, like something screaming.

Wherever the energy passed, trees were uprooted, their roots and soil flying through the air; a deep trench was plowed into the ground, with pebbles and soil churning around its edges; the air was torn apart, leaving a visible white trail.

More than a dozen people were blasted away by the force of the energy.

Their bodies tumbled several times in the air, like leaves blown by a storm, their arms and legs flailing helplessly.

They crashed into trees, breaking the trunks and burying the canopies beneath them; they crashed into rocks, shattering them and sending fragments flying along with their bodies; they crashed into the ground, creating a crater with bloodstains spreading along its edges.

Their bodies were twisted at an unnatural angle; some had broken legs, exposing the white bone fragments; some had broken arms, with bones protruding from under the skin; some had broken necks, their heads tilted to one side, their eyes still open, but their pupils were already dilated.

Their fate was unknown, and no one dared to check on them.

No one dared to move.

The Zombie King opened its mouth and let out a low roar.

The sound didn't come from the throat, but exploded from the deepest part of the chest, carrying a chilling, cathartic release, as if something had been rotting inside for a long time and had finally found an outlet.

The ground cracked open, not with the large-scale fissures of an earthquake, but with thin, long cracks, like those cut by a knife. The cracks spread outwards from the Zombie King's feet, as dense as a spider web.

A rotting arm stretched out from the ground.

One, two, ten, a hundred.

The skin on those arms was grayish-white, covered with black spots, and in some places it had rotted so badly that the bone underneath was exposed.

Their fingernails were long and black, like sculptures of hands that had crawled out of their graves and died with their eyes wide open.

They gripped the ground, pulling themselves out of the soil, and dirt and pebbles fell off their bodies, revealing their grayish-white, wounded bodies underneath.

The zombies... not ordinary zombies, but high-level zombies of level seven or eight.

They were a size larger than ordinary zombies, with thicker skin, like a layer of hardened rubber; sharper claws, with nails as sharp as knives; and faster movements, faster than a dead person should be.

Their eyes were dark red, without pupils, only two soulless flames burning in the darkness.

Their mouths opened, revealing rows of jagged, yellowed fangs, emitting hoarse roars that seemed to be squeezed from the depths of their throats.

Hundreds of high-level zombies crawled out from underground, densely packed like a gray-white ocean, completely surrounding the camp.

The battlefield instantly descended into extreme chaos.

Zhao Derong was still lying on the ground, with his teammates Liu Yang and Fang Lin holding shields and bows and arrows in front of him.

A zombie pounced, moving as fast as a gray-white lightning bolt.

Liu Yang's shield blocked its claws, leaving three deep claw marks on the shield with metal curled at the edges. Liu Yang's arm went numb from the impact, and the shield almost slipped from his hand.

Another zombie pounced from the side, and Fang Lin's arrow pierced its head. Dark green blood gushed from the wound, and the zombie fell. But more zombies surged up, like a tide, wave after wave, without end.

The kobold Chen Mo's aura activated, a pale yellow light covering an area of ​​several dozen meters around him.

His teammates became faster and stronger with his support, but there were too many zombies, and their levels were too high. Level seven or eight zombies were not something they could easily deal with.

A zombie's claw slashed across Chen Mo's teammate's arm, leaving three deep bloody marks. Blood gushed from the wounds, not bright red, but dark purple. The edges of the claw marks turned black within seconds, and then began to fester and stink.

poisonous.

Proxiu spread his wings, his white feathers gleaming faintly in the firelight.

His golden blade of light condensed in his palm, and he slashed it across a zombie's neck. The zombie's head rolled off its body, and dark green blood gushed out from its neck cavity like a small fountain.

Another zombie pounced, and Proshu's light blade slashed at its chest, cutting through its skin and muscles, but its bones were too hard, and the light blade got stuck in the bone.

With a flick of his wrist, Proshu pulled the light blade from the bone, and the zombie fell. But more zombies surrounded him. His wing was slashed by a zombie's claw, and the white feathers were stained dark red with blood.

Lin Xiaohe's short knife weaved through the horde of zombies.

She was fast, but there were too many zombies, and she was only level four. Against level seven or eight zombies, her attack power was insufficient.

The dagger pierced a zombie's chest, the tip penetrating two inches. The zombie swayed but did not fall.

Its claws reached for Lin Xiaohe's face. Lin Xiaohe turned her head to dodge, but the claws grazed her ear, pulling out a few strands of hair and leaving a thin bloodstain on her earlobe.

She gritted her teeth and plunged the dagger into the zombie's eye socket, piercing through its skull.

The zombie fell, leaving a claw mark on her arm, from which blood seeped.

She didn't stop, but turned and rushed towards another zombie.

Lin Yuwei's silver-spotted leopard cub circled around her feet, emitting low, warning hisses.

Her fingers rubbed against the handle of the gun at her waist for a moment, then released.

She didn't draw her gun. Instead, she rummaged through her backpack, pulled out a small bottle of recovery potion, knelt down, pried open the mouth of a wounded soldier, and poured it into his mouth.

The medicine flowed down his throat, and his breathing became more even.