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"Third move." The spear tip pierced the Zombie King's waist, going in seven inches and penetrating his kidney.

Dark green urine and blood gushed from the wound, emitting a nauseating stench.

The Zombie King's body swayed, and its right arm swung towards Su Mu, but Bai Liuxi's sharp blade slashed at its wrist from the side, cutting the wrist in half to reveal the grayish-white bone underneath.

"Fourth move." The spear tip pierced the Zombie King's chest, penetrating five inches and lodging in his ribs.

He pushed hard, and the tip of the gun pierced through the gap in his ribs and into his lung.

The Zombie King's breathing changed, from a heavy "whoosh...hiss..." to a "hiss...ha...", like a person whose lungs had been punctured and who was desperately breathing.

"Fifth move." The spear tip pierced the Zombie King's thigh, penetrating eight inches, piercing through the muscle and blood vessels.

Dark green blood gushed out like a fountain. The zombie king's legs were completely useless, and its body sank down, its knees hitting the ground.

"Sixth move." The spear tip pierced through the Zombie King's abdomen, going in seven inches and penetrating his intestines.

Dark green blood and dark green liquid flowed from the wound, emitting a nauseating stench.

The Zombie King opened its mouth, and a glob of dark green, foul-smelling liquid gushed out—not vomit, but rather the contents of its stomach being expelled.

"Seventh move." The spear tip pierced the back of the Zombie King's neck, penetrating eight inches and piercing through the skull.

The gun tip pierced its throat, and dark green blood and grayish-white brain matter gushed from the wound, spraying onto Su Mu's gun barrel, onto Su Mu's clothes, and onto the ground.

The Zombie King's body stiffened abruptly. Its mouth opened as if to shout, but its throat was pierced by the spear tip, and it could not utter a sound.

The eerie green flame in its eyes flickered, like a lamp about to go out, swaying in the wind.

Bai Liuxi's sharp blade slashed into the Zombie King's chest from the front.

The blade sliced ​​through the dark green skin like tearing a rag; it sliced ​​through the dark red muscle like cutting through a piece of rotten flesh; it sliced ​​through the grayish-white ribs like breaking a withered branch; it sliced ​​through the still-beating heart... Dark green blood gushed from the heart's wound like a small fountain, splashing onto Bai Liuxi's face, body, and hands.

Her hand didn't tremble, and the knife didn't veer off course.

The Zombie King's body froze completely.

The eerie green flame in its eyes flickered one last time before going out.

The two flames vanished from their eye sockets, like two lamps that had been blown out.

Its body resembled a tower that had been stripped of its supports, collapsing from the knees down, then the waist, then the chest, and finally the head.

It fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and fallen leaves.

[Defeat Lv13 Yellow Zombie King, experience points +9600.]

Su Mu felt a golden beam of light surge out from his body.

It wasn't the warm, slow infiltration of before, but a bright, scorching golden flame, compressed to its extreme, surged from his chest and shot straight to the top of his head.

His body was reshaped, strengthened, and propelled to a new height within that pillar of light.

His muscles were expanding, contracting, and reorganizing; his bones were making a faint cracking sound, like bamboo growing; his blood was surging in his veins so fast that he could hear it flowing.

His level jumped from more than half of level eight to more than half of level nine.

He was calculating in his mind, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The moment the Zombie King fell, Bai Liuxi's body suddenly went limp.

Her knees bent, and she knelt on one knee, supporting herself with her hands, her head bowed, her long hair hanging down, obscuring her face.

Her body was trembling, not from the cold, but from the side effects of the talisman.

The dark red lines slowly faded from her skin, like the receding tide, from her arms to her shoulders, from her shoulders to her chest, from her chest to her heart, and then disappeared.

Her eyes returned to their normal color, but they were devoid of any light, as empty as two wells that had been drained of water.

Her face was deathly pale, her lips were purple, and her breath was as faint as a candle flame flickering in the wind.

There was a thin layer of sweat on her skin; the sweat was cold, not hot.

The price of that talisman was very high.

Su Mu could tell that Bai Liuxi would need at least several days to recover.

Su Mu did not go over to help her.

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that she doesn't need to.

She was a soldier, a regimental commander, someone who had fought on the battlefield for countless years.

She won't collapse in front of others, at least not in front of others to admit that she has collapsed.

He stood still, his spear hanging at his side, the golden halo slowly fading from his skin like the receding tide.

His gaze shifted from Bai Liuxi and swept across the entire battlefield.

The high-level zombies summoned by the Zombie King are still there.

Some of them were attacking each other, some were circling in place, and some were gnawing on the corpses.

But their movements slowed down, their reactions became sluggish, because the Zombie King was dead. They lost control, became disorganized and uncoordinated, and turned into monsters that only knew how to attack any living thing in front of them.

The survivors began their counterattack.

Some people are shouting "They've gone out of control," some are shouting "Kill them," and some are shouting "Revenge."

They rushed out from behind the bunker, scrambled to their feet, broke free from their fear, and charged at the zombies, weapons in hand.

Su Mu glanced at the zombies, then looked away.

He didn't make a move because he needed these people to believe that he was also seriously injured.

His strength has already been exposed enough. If he can kill those zombies as if nothing happened after killing the Zombie King, those people will not be "shocked" but "terrified".

Fear can make people do irrational things.

Su Mu leaned his spear against the tree trunk, the tip of which was embedded in the fallen leaves. He then rested his head against the tree trunk and closed his eyes.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, his face was pale, and his lips were purple.

His body was trembling slightly, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

He acted very well because he was imitating Bai Liuxi's state... The price of that talisman was high; Su Mu didn't have any talismans, but he could pretend to have some.

His golden blood was flowing slowly through his body, his wounds were healing, and his strength was recovering, but he couldn't show it.

Lin Xiaohe burst out of the zombie horde, her short knife stained with dark green blood. She had several wounds on her body, the deepest one on her arm, from which blood flowed down.

She ran to Su Mu's side, looked at his pale face and trembling body, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything.

She lowered her head and stood beside him, the dagger hanging at her side, like a statue.

Lin Yuwei also ran over, with the silver-spotted leopard cub following at her feet.

She knelt down, opened Su Mu's clothes, and examined his wounds.

He had no wounds, but his face was too pale, his breathing was too rapid, and his body was trembling.

She rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a small bottle of recovery potion, pried open the cap, and handed it to him.