The colossal billboard, towering dozens of meters high, was about to cleave Luna Dawson in half. In that split second, she slowly raised her hand. A giant palm, condensed from her superpower, abruptly materialized. It firmly caught the apocalyptic weapon; no matter how forcefully the billboard thrust forward, it couldn’t budge an inch.

“URGH!”

With a low grunt, Luna gripped the billboard tightly. Mustering her strength, she hoisted the behemoth high into the air and viciously smashed it right back at The Burrower controlling it!

“CRASH!”

The deafening collision sent violent tremors through the ground. The billboard was encased in Luna’s Water Ability and wreathed in Rollo’s Wind Ability. Striking with the speed of a thunderbolt, it slammed into The Burrower, forcibly severing one of its arms. Thick, dark red blood spewed forth, reeking with an unbearable stench.

“ROAR!”

The wounded Burrower unleashed a deafening shriek. It was far more tyrannical, destructive, and resentful than before. The sound echoed like the roar of an ancient titan from the earth’s core. Its sheer malice seemed to materialize into physical spikes that pierced everyone’s ears, sending chills down their spines.

Everyone felt as if an invisible giant hand had tightly seized their hearts. Even breathing became a struggle as an overwhelming sense of suffocation washed over them.

Luna, however, was completely unaffected by the howl. She abruptly snapped her head to the right and whirled around. Her piercing gaze locked dead onto the northern part of Decron.

Although they were separated by over ten kilometers and her line of sight was obstructed by buildings, her superpower perception seemed to briefly recover for a fleeting second.

She clearly “saw” several more monsters lurking in the shadows. They were closing in at breakneck speed, their despair-inducing roars crushing forward step by step.

The stench of blood and rot in the air grew increasingly potent, mingling with a bizarre scent. It was the pungent smell of evaporating disinfectants and chemical reagents, mixed with the nauseating stench of highly decomposed flesh.

Just as Luna severely wounded the massive Burrower, a slender zombie—looking much like an alien—lunged out from the deep woods behind it. It pounced directly onto the worm-like zombie and began biting into it with a frenzy.

Its body was pitch-black, standing as tall as a four- or five-story building. Its slender neck, stretching nearly two meters long, could twist and extend at will. Right now, it was using its gangly limbs to tightly entangle The Burrower’s fang-filled head, tearing away large chunks of flesh. Dark green, viscous blood splattered all over its body.

Octopus Man and Batwoman, who had just finished feasting on living human flesh, along with the girl in the red dress, shifted their gazes back and forth between Luna and the violently struggling Burrower. Their eyes were filled with complex, inscrutable emotions.

The air instantly turned as heavy as lead. It was as if someone had pressed the pause button on the fierce slaughter from a moment ago. The scene fell into a bizarre multi-way standoff, and even the wind and rain seemed to stand still.

Little Tiger stood guard around Luna on high alert. Countless flickering black holes coalesced around its body, their edges shimmering with a faint halo. It remained vigilant against any sudden attacks from the hidden monsters, not daring to relax in the slightest.

The low moans of the zombie horde and the faint, intermittent giggling of the Fourth Order Leaders in the sky intertwined and echoed through the night.

“THUD THUD THUD!”

A dense flurry of footsteps trampled through the puddles and mud. The dull yet forceful sounds became the most oppressive presence in that moment, making it hard for anyone to catch their breath.

Those several intensely powerful auras from the north were still relentlessly closing in. Luna tightly clenched her fists. She knew clearly that she had to stall them to buy a sliver of survival for the people behind her.

The newly emerged slender zombie cast a fleeting glance in Luna’s direction. There was not a shred of reason in its gaze—only a sheer madness and a craving to devour its prey.

The sounds of The Burrower being torn apart and loudly chewed gradually affected the several Tier Four Zombies nearby. Saliva dripped wildly from their mouths. Their muscles tensed as they grew restless, looking as if they were ready to launch an attack on the warring beasts at any second.

The girl in the red dress broke into an eerie smile at Luna, then caught sight of The Burrower out of the corner of its eye. Left with only one arm, the creature writhed on the ground and fired metallic blades in all directions. In the girl’s blood-red pupils, a complex mix of emotions intertwined: greed toward Luna, cautious wariness, and a trace of poorly concealed dread.

Meanwhile, the grinning zombie horde around it sniffed about haphazardly. The sticky sounds of flesh rubbing together and a chaotic cacophony of footsteps rose and fell, overflowing with a primal, bloodthirsty aura.

In those brief few seconds of hesitation, a massive roar—like a broken bellows—suddenly erupted from the north. “HURK!” It was brimming with chaos and ultimate malice, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

Immediately after, an extremely delighted and bizarre giggle rang out. “HEHEHE!”

The girl in the red dress violently twisted its head toward the hunted Burrower. Slowly, it raised a slender hand and pointed its fingertips toward the massacre.

In the next second, its entire body’s thirst and greed exploded. Its aura became tyrannical and terrifying. The grinning zombie horde surrounding it seemed to receive an invisible command. In unison, they snapped their heads around and locked their gazes onto The Burrower.

At the same time, Octopus Man and Batwoman quietly took a few steps back, discreetly putting distance between themselves and the various factions. The imposing aura of High Order predators silently permeated the surroundings, inducing an overwhelming sense of irritability.

In an instant, the several Tier Four Zombies that had been relentlessly pursuing the humans reversed their direction. Leading the Angel Envoys by their sides, they surged swiftly like a tide toward the distant battlefield. Miraculously, the threat against the convoy was temporarily lifted.

Amidst its indignant, shrill shrieks and violent struggles, The Burrower’s figure was engulfed by the swarming zombie horde. It wretchedly and swiftly vanished into the night before the dense woods, leaving behind only pools of viscous blood and mangled limbs on the ground.

Now was the time!

Seizing this fleeting window of opportunity, Luna ignored the ferocious, roaring waves of the zombie horde below her. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, she rode Rollo and dashed through the gates of the pharmaceutical factory at breakneck speed.

The massive words “Omni Corp.” hung high on the facade of the main administrative building, standing out starkly in the dark night.

In the darkness, the beams of the convoy’s headlights pierced the silence, illuminating rows of neat factory buildings. The long-congealed bloodstains appeared even more macabre and jarring under the glare of the lights.

These administrative buildings weren’t standalone structures. They were connected to several other buildings via long corridors, with patches of factory buildings—some new, some old—scattered across the complex. Together, they formed a massive, labyrinthine architectural cluster that stretched beyond the horizon.

The air was thick with a heavy scent of dampness and decay. It was so overwhelming that everyone’s nostrils were filled with the sickly sweet and coppery stench of rust mixed with chemical reagents, choking them into coughing fits and furrowed brows.

Everyone rapidly scrambled out of their vehicles. Not daring to linger for even a second, they sprinted straight toward the administrative building.

They desperately needed a sturdy stronghold. Regardless of whether this place was absolutely safe, they had to hide first to evade the terrifying zombie horde outside!

Terrifying!

It was far too terrifying outside!

In moments of extreme panic, people often overlooked the most basic details. Car doors were left wide open, and those with Space Abilities didn’t even have the time to store the vehicles away. Scrambling on their hands and knees, everyone frantically flooded into the main administrative building as if fleeing for their lives.

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