The sound of wind, the chirping of insects, and a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood...

Suddenly, Lu Zhaoming abruptly opened his eyes.

"We're surrounded..."

Lu Zhaoming suddenly stopped, the stench of blood in the air so strong it seemed to solidify.

He squinted, like a cheetah that had sensed danger, his muscles tense.

"Something's not right...there's an ambush!"

Su Li immediately became alert, moved closer to Lu Zhaoming, and her charming face was filled with seriousness.

The air was filled not only with the smell of blood, but also with a nauseating stench of decay—the smell of the infected.

At the far end of the field of vision, at the entrance to the abandoned factory, there was a dense crowd of swaying infected people, who roared greedily like flies that had smelled rotting flesh.

What's even more chilling is that among the infected, there are rows of well-equipped soldiers standing out, their eyes empty and crazed, clearly a "mad dog" force controlled by some kind of drug.

"Holy crap, this is really bad!" Liu Yan couldn't help but curse. This situation clearly showed they had him trapped like a turtle in a jar!

Lu Zhaoming took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Proceed according to the original plan! Qinglian, prepare the illusion!" he commanded in a low voice, his eyes sharp as knives. "Once exposed, do not linger in battle, break through with all your might!"

Qinglian immediately responded and began to form hand seals, preparing to release her auxiliary ability.

However, just as she was about to finish, a bright red warning suddenly popped up on Lu Zhaoming's "Doomsday Judgment System" interface: "Unknown interference source detected, possibly from inside!"

Lu Zhaoming felt a chill run down his spine.

internal?

Could it be that... the white-robed man had foreseen their arrival and laid a trap?

"Qinglian, wait!" Lu Zhaoming hurriedly tried to stop her, but it was too late.

The illusion of the blue lotus had just begun to take effect, and the surrounding scenery began to blur and distort.

Suddenly, a low, hoarse laugh came from deep within the abandoned factory, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, cold and chilling.