A dazzling light, like the breaking of dawn, suddenly burst forth from the epicenter of the explosion, instantly dispelling all the darkness in the small square. The light was so brilliant that it seemed to illuminate the entire night sky, bringing everyone the dawn's light of liberation from the long night.
Faced with this sudden burst of light, the corpses froze instantly, as if frozen in time. They instinctively closed their eyes, trying to block out the intense light.
As the light gradually dimmed, everyone's vision became clearer, allowing them to see the entire scene.
At the source of the explosion, embers were still burning, orange-yellow sparks leaping on the ground with crackling sounds; thick black smoke billowed up and drifted into the sky, forming an eerie cloud of smoke.
Meanwhile, the corpses, who had not seen the light for so long, were struggling in terror, their empty eyes revealing instinctive fear.
They retreated, trying to escape the sudden light and heat. Their movements became chaotic and disorderly, as if driven by an invisible force.
At the same time, the source of the light appeared—Chuanliu was holding a ball of blazing flame.
The flames danced and leaped in her hands, radiating intense light and heat as if they possessed a life of their own.
"They're afraid of light! Everyone, move closer to me!"
The sound of flowing water rose in the firelight.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately moved towards Chuanliu's direction, forming a small group with her as the vanguard.
Zhuiming quickly tore off a piece of clothing, lit it with the flame in Chuanliu's hand, and then tightly wrapped it around the weapon to make a simple torch.
Seeing this, the others followed suit, their flames flickering gracefully in the darkness, forming barriers of light that kept the terrifying corpses at a distance.
"This fire won't last long, we need to clear a path quickly."
Zhuiming led everyone slowly toward the fork in the road leading to the inn, and the circle of fire they formed temporarily took effect.
But the massive horde of undead men continued their relentless pursuit, becoming even more frenzied at the sight of the firelight.
The five people moved cautiously, and with each step they took, they could hear the roars of the corpses filled with inexplicable rage.
They pressed themselves against the shop windows along the street and continued forward until they were forced to stop when they were close to their target intersection.
The path has been blocked by these zombies, making it virtually impossible to force our way through.
Among those present, only Zhuiming and Chuanliu were able to climb up the building along the wall to avoid the corpses as much as possible, but Qian Chuan, Zhang Yi, and Xiong Ajiao were not.
Should we force a breakthrough?
That was undoubtedly a battle of outnumbered forces.
As the amount of combustible material dwindled, the zombies became active again.
If darkness were to fall again at this moment, the corpses would likely swarm and attack them.
Even the most ruthless hunters couldn't withstand such a "sea of corpses" tactic.
At this critical moment, the faint sounds of fighting suddenly came from outside the street, which was originally crowded with corpses.
Accompanied by heavy footsteps and the clanging of weapons, the sound gradually grew closer, like rolling thunder, shaking the soul.
Everyone's heartbeats quickened as the sound drew closer, until moonlight pierced through the darkness, illuminating a figure among the horde of corpses—it was Wu Fangming, the leader.
Holding a long sword, he led a hundred brothers out in full force.
Everyone was overjoyed, and their morale soared instantly. As if they had seen a glimmer of hope, their fighting spirit was rekindled.
With Wu Fangming's arrival, the battle escalated once again.
His brothers, each armed with a weapon—a knife or a club—engaged in a fierce battle with the corpse-men.
In the fierce battle, although the "10 of Spades" team had the advantage in hand-to-hand combat, the zombies displayed extraordinary tenacity. These unconscious creatures felt almost no pain, and even when severely injured, they could struggle to get back up.
The wounded corpse was covered in foul-smelling blood and emitted a nauseating odor.
Whenever a zombie is struck by a member of "Spade 10" but does not die, its broken body seems to tremble slightly before it staggers up again in a pool of blood.
Wu Fangming's brothers, not noticing the not-quite-dead corpses, were ambushed from behind.
The sudden attack from behind caught Wu Fangming's brothers off guard. Some of them were impaled by the corpse's sharp fingernails, while others were struck by its heavy head, and one after another, they fell to the ground.
The battle situation instantly became tense. Wu Fangming immediately organized his brothers to take away the wounded, resisting while clearing a path.
After a brief period of chaos, the group regrouped and faced the tenacious zombies with greater caution.
However, the sounds of fierce fighting raged like a storm, shattering the original silence of the night and, like an invisible summons, attracting even more zombies from around the main city. Drawn by the noise, these zombies joined the battle one after another, reaching an unprecedented number.
The road they had just passed was now littered with the corpses of the undead, their broken bodies piled up to form terrifying, bloody barriers.
Wu Fangming stood at the forefront of the group of five, his sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings, a sense of urgency filling his heart.
He knew he couldn't afford to linger in the fight.
Therefore, he decisively ordered his men to retreat off the road and look for an opportunity to leave this dangerous battlefield.
He then quickly turned around and kicked the shop window next to him, smashing it open.
This building should have been a bustling shopping mall, but it has been deserted by the horde of zombies, leaving only empty shelves and decorations covered in cobwebs.
Most of the zombies were drawn to the sounds of attack ahead.
Wu Fangming signaled everyone to tread lightly, and without hesitation led the group into the mall, followed by dozens of zombies at the back.
Although the interior of the mall is dilapidated, there are still some corners and obstacles that can provide cover.
Wu Fangming quickly directed everyone to leave quietly, using the obstacles in the mall as cover while observing the mall's exits and the surrounding situation.
"Hiss, hiss."
The deep, eerie cries of the corpses echoed through the mall. Like headless flies, they peeked around in the darkness, searching for the group of people.
"Splash—"
Suddenly, a piercing noise shattered the deathly silence. While running, Xiong Ajiao accidentally bumped into a rickety shelf, scattering goods across the floor with a chaotic and loud crash.
The sudden noise instantly drew the attention of the corpses.
Dozens of corpses were immediately drawn to the sound, swaying as they gathered toward the source, their empty eyes flashing with a ferocious light.
Everyone sensed something was wrong and immediately turned around, only to see a group of corpses rapidly approaching.
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