"Yes, I'm already working on that. I heard the King is also going to kill Saint King-level zombies, and they want to go too!"

"Killing Saint King-level zombies is no child's play; those with average strength shouldn't go. Have you tallied up how many survivors are left?"

"There are still 190,000 left!"

So many people have died!

"It's all my fault for being incompetent!"

"Zhang Shuai, don't blame yourself. You've done very well. Here's what we'll do: you select ten thousand capable men to come with me, while you stay behind to organize the migration!"

“Alright, I’ll send my son Zhang Changcheng and another son of Changlai, Basang, with you. They are both King-level superhumans. This time, they led a group to kill those two King-level zombies, but unfortunately, they were all seriously injured. They will be able to fight again after a period of recuperation!”

"Yes, we have medical-grade superhumans. We'll have them go and check on your son and Basang in a bit."

"Thank you, King!"

Do you have enough food?

"That's enough, Your Majesty, please rest assured!"

Wang Bin and Zhang Xuan discussed many details and formulated a complete plan before they split up to carry it out.

Zhang Xuan was naturally responsible for organizing the relocation and clearing of zombies, as well as selecting 10,000 survivors with decent strength to follow Wang Bin to exterminate Saint King-level zombies.

Wang Bin then explained the situation to Li Dazhu, Uncle Li, and others, instructing them to prepare for the pickup.

At the same time, Wang Bin instructed people to quickly consume the King-level magic core, hoping to evolve into a King-level superhuman as soon as possible.

Wang Bin generously gave the two King-level magic cores in his hand to Zhang Xuan, allowing him to choose two people to consume them and accompany him to kill Saint King-level zombies.