At this stage, a seventh-tier cultivator isn't considered weak, but compared to Lu Sheng and his group, they're no match.

The searchlight swept over Lu Sheng, but not the string of dark, menacing zombies lurking in the shadows behind her. Seeing that Lu Sheng was young and alone, the sentry immediately raised his gun and took a few steps away.

"Back off! Don't come any closer!" He still spoke broken Mandarin.

Lu Sheng ignored him and took a few steps forward.

The sentry noticed the large dog and fat cat at Lu Sheng's feet and immediately fired a shot into the open space as a warning.

The bullet grazed past the rocket's feet, startling it so much that it immediately bristled, bared its teeth, and growled loudly.

The gunshots attracted the other three sentries, and the four of them simultaneously raised their guns and took two threatening steps forward.

Although everyone relies on superpowers after the apocalypse, firearms still have their killing power, especially with four guns aimed at one person at the same time. They are confident that they can take down Lu Sheng.

"Who are you? Get out of here right now!"

One of them raised a flashlight and aimed it at Lu Sheng. When the light swept over the dozens of black-skinned zombies behind her, he was so frightened that his eyes almost popped out.

Before he could utter a sound, Lu Sheng's fingers twitched slightly, and an invisible blade of energy sliced ​​open the throats of the four sentries.

Until they collapsed to the ground clutching their necks, none of the four of them made a sound.

The sentry collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck with both hands, and bright red blood quickly soaked the sand beneath him.

The zombies were immediately excited by the smell of blood, but they were controlled by the little mushroom and could not cause any trouble. They could only obediently follow Lu Sheng.

Most of the people in the camp were already asleep. The buildings, eroded by the wind and sand, were not very soundproof, and Lu Sheng could even hear snoring through the windows as he walked along the road.

Lu Sheng found a good spot to watch the show, and then untied all the ropes binding the zombies.

brush!

With a single slash, the air blade severed the small mushrooms on the heads of all the zombies, instantly rousing these long-suppressed monsters into a frenzy.

Lu Sheng submerged himself into invisibility, watching the black-skinned zombies stagger towards other buildings in the camp.

Moments later, with the first scream piercing the darkness, the entire camp instantly transformed into a living hell.

The white-skinned people, caught off guard in their sleep, were forced to retreat after the mutated zombies broke through their windows.

Speed ​​and surprise are crucial in warfare. Although the white people's superpower level was not low, many of them had no time to react before their throats were bitten through in the face of a sudden attack.

Some managed to escape and tried to leave the camp through the exit, but found that no matter how hard they tried, there seemed to be an invisible wall of air in front of them.

Lu Sheng revealed himself, slowly munching on a bayberry popsicle.

The disheveled white man turned his head and saw the expressionless Chinese girl in front of him, and stared wide-eyed in horror.

Without the slightest hesitation, the middle-aged white man pulled out a pistol and fired wildly at Lu Sheng's head.

But the next instant, a torrent of blood gushed from his throat splattered all over him.

"You're lucky you're left with a whole corpse." Lu Sheng casually took the middle-aged white man's pistol.

Being eaten by zombies is death, being killed by her is also death.

Dying at her hands would be more dignified; it would be a stroke of good luck for that person.