The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the snow was still falling outside, and everything was covered in ice and snow, with a thick layer of snow already covering the ground.
Looking at the strange weather, Ye Shang had an indescribable feeling in his heart, as if something was about to begin.
Qingli came out wearing a cloak and stood beside her. "Everything is arranged."
Ye Shang nodded slightly and said nothing more.
For a moment, the two stood in the snow outside the tent, in a pure white world, where a touch of black appeared, and a man dressed in red and white appeared.
Today, Qingli was wearing a red tracksuit with a long, pure white cloak draped over it.
Ye Shang, still dressed in a simple black robe, stood out conspicuously between heaven and earth.
"Let's go, let's begin."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qingli faintly heard some sounds, very soft, as if they were coming from a distance.
The two walked out of the encampment, and wherever Ye Shang passed, the snow melted away.
Even the ground started to crack.
Qingli glanced at her casually, knowing her intentions, but didn't pay any attention.
Within a ten-meter radius of Ye Shang, the accumulated snow melted away completely after she stepped over it.
The broken cement ground was exposed, and heavy snow was still falling from the sky, but everyone seemed to be warm, wearing only a thin military uniform.
Many people were already waiting outside early in the morning, without even wearing coats.
Hongying stepped forward and said with a smile, "My lord, the army has been assembled."
Ye Shang nodded: "Let's go."
Hongying bowed slightly and said, "Yes."
She was performing the etiquette of the Xuan Tian Continent, a kind of etiquette that cultivators use when addressing elders in a higher position. Some of the others didn't understand it, but it didn't matter, at least no one would say anything for now.
About half an hour later, the flying zombies and the superhumans arrived at the edge of the overseas forces' encampment, where a battle was already underway.
Standing at the highest point, Ye Shang looked down and saw Qin Wu leading a group of criminals.
These people were all heinous criminals. Ye Shang had placed a small restraint on the heart of each of them, and no one could escape her grasp.
The people below were not weak; on the contrary, they were very strong. Moreover, each of them regarded human life as insignificant. They frantically used all their strength to slaughter the hordes of overseas troops opposite them.
At this moment, they only had one sentence Qin Wu had said last night, one thought in their minds.
"As long as you kill enough people and survive, the top three will be spared your life. That's what Captain Ye said."
At that moment, a glimmer of hope suddenly sprouted in their otherwise despairing hearts. As long as they didn't die, they could live on and no longer be criminals. How could such a good thing not excite them?
However, after realizing what had happened, everyone looked at each other again. Only the top three, that is, only three people, could survive.
At the same time, each of them had the same thought in their minds: to kill all the remaining people, or to team up with others and kill everyone else.
Many of them automatically formed teams of three. Before dawn, Qin Wu brought them to this place to fight against these overseas superhumans.
No, these people don't really look like superhumans. Some of them have blank stares but are surprisingly fast, while others seem to have no sense of pain, even after having half their faces slashed, they still recklessly continue attacking forward.
Fortunately, these people didn't seem to have any special abilities. They held some weapons in their hands and attacked the superhumans in front of them like zombies.
"These people don't look like zombies, but they don't look like humans either," Qin Wu said.
Qingli said, "These are all newly developed fusion bodies by Fang. They inject zombie gene serums into humans, turning those who haven't awakened their superpowers into such fusion bodies, giving them some temporary combat ability. As for lifespan, that's not within their consideration."
These people may only live for a few short years, but that's enough.
Song Wenwen stood on the high rooftop, looking down at the people below. "Killing them is not easy. They can't be killed by being cut, and they can still move even if they are split in two."
They cut off the head, but without a head, only the body remained, yet it could still continue to attack.
Qingli said calmly, "Elemental ability users, be careful with your attack energy."
Song Wenwen nodded: "Understood."
Currently, only the high-level ability users who rush to the front can be somewhat effective against these monsters.
The superpowered individuals unleashed their signature skills, with various abilities joining the fray. Since they couldn't kill him by cutting, they tried burning him, freezing him, or using other superpowered methods.
Hongying commanded tens of thousands of zombies to attack the other side, and these zombies fought like cannon fodder.
Before long, some humans with superpowers also appeared on the other side. These people were organized and had a high chance of success. In a short time, they defeated the criminals in front, and many of them died.
The butler was almost in a killing frenzy. His large scissors were quite useful on the battlefield, severing the hands, feet, and heads of each person. Although it was a bit cumbersome to operate, it at least rendered these people incapable of attacking.
The butler had disheveled hair, bright red blood vessels, and his face was covered in blood.
He has only one thought now: to keep killing people, simply because of Qin Wu's words: the person who kills the most people will survive and start over at the base.
He wanted to start over. He hadn't even reached the highest position of power yet; how could he die here?
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