Yan Shi placed his left palm outward and pressed it against his heart. The alien species became a pitiful little thing that had traveled a thousand miles to deliver its head. Unlike the previous remote absorption, this kind of delivery would save a lot of energy.

"The king will not let you go!" These were his last words.

Arms, shoulders, head, torso, legs—it devoured them all before stopping.

"I only wanted to swallow the head," Yan Shi said with disdain, bending down to pick up the date-shaped stone from the ground.

"It seems that all the alien species are this shape." Yan Shi carefully put it away, so that it wouldn't fall out halfway.

"Luckily he rushed over; if he had continued singing, things would have been really difficult."

"Yeah, my head still hurts from listening to it. That's how ear-piercing it is."

They chased this noisy guy for over a kilometer, but when they looked around, there wasn't a single human being in sight. The two of them sheepishly slunk away, trying to rejoin the main group.

Even if the zombies aren't interested in them for the time being, they might run into several other mutants at the same time, and then they'd be trapped with no way to escape.

The secret to survival is to play it safe. If you can find a loophole, don't charge forward; if you can play it safe, don't be reckless.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel like someone is staring at me, it's creepy, look, my hair is standing on end." Yan Shi stood on tiptoe and looked around, but couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Let's go back first; it might be some kind of alien spying on us."

"He's probably a twisted psychopath. How can things possibly end well if we fall into his hands?" Yan Shi became more and more frightened as he thought about it, so he simply pulled Zhuang Zhao and ran back.

Through Yan Shi's relentless training, her running speed and endurance have surpassed 70% of humans, and her goal is to exceed 90%.