After Song Moshang confessed his feelings to Ye Zhi, he felt the supernatural power around him frantically drilling into his body. He knew that he was about to break through again.

Song Moshang removed his gas mask, shook his sweat-dampened hair, then took out the thermos Ye Zhi had given him, and took a swig. He managed to make the zombie crystal core refining agent taste like alcohol, and then drank the entire contents of the refining agent. Mental ability upgrades are slow, so let the refining agent cover for him. Come on, let's have a good, satisfying upgrade!

He wanted to toss the water bottle aside in a cool way, but then he remembered that Ye Zhi had given it to him, so he put the water bottle with the cute bag on his shoulder.

He extended his index finger defiantly, beckoning it to the zombie opposite him, "You little bastards, if you don't know what's good for you, come up here!"

Ye Zhi waved her little hand, removing the spatial wall that her family had set up to express their love for each other.

The spatial wall is a new technique she devised from her two supernatural attacks: earthen walls and spatial blockade.

Spatial abilities are unique. Although their color is white, they are transparent because they are invisible spaces.

"Awooo!" One of the middle-aged, pot-bellied zombies seemed to understand Song Moshang's words. Its eyes revealed a bloodthirsty light. At its command, the nine zombies around it seemed to have received its order. Instead of remaining in twos and threes, they gathered together and charged towards Song Moshang.

I was about to pounce on these fresh and juicy creatures when I saw them, but I was stopped by an invisible force.

Now that the power has finally disappeared, it can finally have a good meal!

Golden light shone brightly on the pale hands of the middle-aged, pot-bellied zombie. "Clang, clang," the surrounding metal made crisp metallic clanging sounds. The middle-aged, pot-bellied zombie manipulated the surrounding metal objects. Judging from the color and intensity of its superpower, it was clearly a level two metal-type zombie.

This zombie is probably a minor leader among these zombies.

"Awooo!" It opened its blood-red maw and let out a roar like a wild beast. Its mouth was stretched to the limit, and the corners of its mouth were torn due to the force. Everyone could clearly see the rotten and blackened uvula inside the zombie's mouth, as well as its throat full of maggots.

This human canned food understood the provocation in its tone!

Prepare to die, you human canned food, obediently go into its belly.

Although the level 2 zombie had not developed intelligence, it could still sense some obvious human emotions. Song Moshang's provocation caused it to direct all its malice towards Song Moshang.

More and more metallic aggregates were condensing above the heads of the level-two zombies. Ye Zhi and the others were currently in the inner ring of City A, and the streets were full of abandoned or still usable vehicles.

One car after another was attracted by the metal-type superpower, and even the iron railings deeply embedded in the ground by the roadside were pulled up to the top of the zombies' heads by the suction.

This enormous metallic structure blots out the sky, giving people a deep sense of oppression.

Song Moshang, who was in the process of advancing, sneered, "A low-class trick!"

With a wave of his hand, ten spiritual spikes appeared in front of him, one of which was larger, thicker, and sharper, gleaming with a chilling light under the sunlight.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The mental spikes made a whistling sound as they pierced the air, heading straight for the zombie's head.

The middle-aged, pot-bellied zombie showed no fear and made a throwing motion. The metal contraption above it followed its movement and arrived at Song Moshang's head in a perfect parabola.

The larger spiritual spike met the metal composite that was millions of times larger than itself with an aura of unyielding strength.

Ye Zhi and the others standing behind Song Moshang showed no signs of worry, but the supernatural light in their hands was flashing, preparing to snatch him away under the pressure of the metal composite.

Not being worried doesn't mean they won't take any protective measures.

The ninth rule for survival in the apocalypse: Even in the face of an overwhelming victory, remain absolutely vigilant.

The battle between the mental spikes and the metal composite seemed like a sure defeat to outsiders, such as Yang Chenze, who had just arrived.

He landed his private plane in a zombie-free area and then used his wind-based abilities to rush to Ye Zhi's side.

Unexpectedly, when the figure of the person he had been longing for finally appeared in his field of vision, he saw that extremely oppressive metallic contraption.

"No!" he screamed in agony, his face flushed from running and his blond hair soaked with sweat.

The light green color flashed across my hand.

"Shit! I'm out of powers!" Yang Chenze cursed under his breath. After his powers were exhausted, his steps became slower and slower, and his legs became heavier and heavier. He ran towards Ye Jingyu at a snail's pace.

Too slow, too slow, why am I always a step too late...

Just as Yang Chenze was in despair, he saw the mental energy spikes resisting the huge metal conglomerate and pushing it back!

This completely overturned Yang Chenze's previous understanding. The spikes didn't pierce in, but pushed back in. Holy crap.

Yang Chenze's black eyes, inherited from Yang Rui, widened instantly, and his language system went blank. "Miracle! Holy crap!"

He watched helplessly as the metallic contraption slammed into the middle-aged, pot-bellied zombie, flattening it completely and squashing the maggots inside.

This man is very powerful!