Shi Yin raised her hand; she could clearly feel the dense black mist, which made it difficult for her to move.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..." A soft groan came from behind, somewhat indistinct through the black mist.

Shi Yin turned her head and saw the android who called herself "Arrogance" lying on the ground, clearly tormented by her memories.

Shi Yin stepped forward, kicked the android face up, and with a swift motion, stabbed it in the abdomen, heart, head, neck, and limbs, each cut piercing the body and embedding itself in the ground before stopping.

No blood flowed out.

Clearly, this is a standard but inferior android, merely a half-finished product. An android that has not met the technological standards is more likely to break down after being implanted with powers that do not belong to them, and is simply not worthy of such a high "honor".

What should we do now?

Shi Yin slashed through the black mist in front of her with a single stroke, then leaped onto the high platform.

The area here was no longer familiar to Shi Yin, but she still had a basic sense of the different parts of the building. The place where Shi Yin was standing was at about eye level with the red horse knight.

Shi Yin looked down and was able to see Ye Shaoheng and Ye Yuansong's actions clearly.

This level of black mist was beyond the ability of Ye Shaoheng, a superhuman who had only recently awakened his powers.

Actually, the appearance of the Red Horse Knights was much later, at least after the cold wave. These massive disasters only gradually appeared after the superhumans had enough time to develop and upgrade.

Even if the Red Horse Knight is still in its infancy, it would be a disaster for more than 90% of the world's superhumans, let alone ordinary people.

At this moment, Ye Shaoheng was so pressed down by the black mist that he was lying on the ground and could not stand up. He felt as if he were suffocating as if he were sinking into the deep sea.

He wanted to say something, but found that the sounds he made were very, very far away from him.

Stand up! Stand up now!

Ye Shaoheng bit his tongue, the sharp pain keeping him barely conscious. He tried to get up from the ground, but his limbs were stiff and every muscle was trembling.

At this moment, Ye Shaoheng deeply hated his own uselessness and weakness. He couldn't even die standing up like a hero, as he had imagined.

At least let him draw his sword. Even if he couldn't withstand a single blow, when future generations see his remains, at least they will know that he died standing with a sword in his hand. Otherwise, it would be too shameful.

At this moment, regardless of whether he was truly being used as a tool or genuinely treated with affection, Ye Shaoheng was deeply grateful to his grandfather for raising him to have a strong heart.

Even at this point, he still has the mind to think about such trivial things.

But a footstep passed him, and Ye Shaoheng looked up and saw Ye Yuansong.

Ye Yuansong walked slowly, but each step was steady, and he moved forward with a fiery presence.

"Grandpa?" Ye Shaoheng was stunned. He didn't expect that his grandfather would walk in front of him so easily when he was unable to move despite his best efforts.

It might not have been an easy task, but it was enough to astonish him.

Ye Shaoheng didn't know what had happened. He only knew that his grandfather was burning with flames, like the only sun in the darkness blocking his way, which actually allowed Ye Shaoheng to catch his breath a little.

Suddenly, a whirlwind pressed down, and the black mist was as thick as a substance.

Ye Shaoheng suddenly felt a tremendous weight on his back, as if a giant hammer had slammed down on him, causing him, who had just been able to catch his breath, to be slammed to the ground, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

Ye Yuansong's condition was not good. The originally blazing flames on his body were suddenly blown off balance, but the next moment the flames on Ye Yuansong's body blazed up again.

Ye Shaoheng was astonished to discover that Ye Yuansong had actually become younger.

This isn't an adjective; it's a fact!

His sword-like eyebrows reached his temples, his eyes were deep and dark, and his dark pupils were as deep as the stars in the night sky, reflecting all sins. His short black hair blended into the darkness. He was tall and straight, and he resembled Ye Shaoheng by six points, but he possessed a temperament and aura that Ye Shaoheng could not match.

Looking into his eyes, Ye Shaoheng felt as if he were in another world.

Ye Yuansong merely glanced back at Ye Shaoheng before turning his head to look at the red-horse knight.

Or rather, it's about seeing the person behind the red horse rider through the darkness.

"Grandpa, don't go any further..." Ye Shaoheng shouted with all his might, "Grandpa, Sister Yin will come, come back!"

"Sigh..." Ye Yuansong sighed softly.

Ye Yuansong took another step forward, and with each step, the firelight grew brighter.

Outside the prison shrouded in black mist, humans and the zombie army have already clashed.

There were more zombies than expected. Every so often, among the many zombies, there was a tall, thin manipulator about ten meters tall. There were tens of thousands of ordinary zombies, and among the densely packed ordinary zombies, there were also strong, berserkers about three or four meters tall.

The large and imposing procession, coupled with the mysterious black mist shrouding the prison in the distance, instilled a sense of fear in the crowd.

"So many." Agareth pulled out his baton, his smile a little forced. "Do you think we'll encounter Mirrorers?"

"No, those semi-finished products should all be with Shi Yin." Tyr pouted. "These things are usually rushed out in small quantities, so they won't be wasted on us."

“Ha, you’re right.” Agarai chuckled, “Although it makes us seem like we’re useless.”

“The important thing now is whether you can boost the morale of the soldiers.” Tyr looked at the tense soldiers behind him, a little worried: “We need to kill enough zombies to meet Shiyin’s standards.”

"Shall I give it a try?" Agareth sighed.

He also lacked confidence.

One-third of the soldiers were from the Volga, and two-thirds were from the Yanlong Kingdom. A team of superhumans also came. In total, there were dozens of people who could fight, two-thirds of whom were from the Volga and one-third from the Yanlong Kingdom.

No matter what, none of them belong to Milica.

Tyr should be able to inspire the Volga soldiers, but with all three of their superiors absent, the Flame Dragon Kingdom is leaderless, and I'm afraid...

Soldiers! Stand up!

A furious shout, like a thunderclap, resounded through the sky. Everyone looked up in astonishment and saw a fiery humanoid figure standing in the air above the black mist of the Black Bat Prison.

"Major General!" a soldier immediately shouted excitedly.

Warriors of the Flame Dragon Kingdom, raise your fighting spirit and charge forward! Retreat will not win against the apocalypse! The Flame Dragon Kingdom is behind us!

"Charge! Charge!! Charge!!!"

We have no way to retreat. Everyone, hold the front line to the death!

"Defend to the death! Defend to the end! Defend to the end!!!"

[All soldiers, listen to my command! Draw your swords and advance!]

"Forward! Forward!! Forward!!!"