In less than a minute, the endless swarm of zombies surged in, quickly engulfing the heavy trucks.

Without a moment’s hesitation, they used their decaying bodies to violently crash into the trucks, desperately trying to get to the flesh inside.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The zombies relentlessly smashed their heads, hands, and bodies against the heavy trucks, driven by an extreme hunger for the flesh inside.

After humans established a safe haven, those with the ability to escape have already entered the secure base.

Those without the ability to escape or protect themselves had long been assimilated by other zombies.

Common zombies found it increasingly difficult to feast on flesh, it’s been ages since they’ve had any.

Pushing against the heavy trucks, the zombies fiercely chewed on everything they could sink their black teeth into.

Even the tires burst from being bitten.

The superpower users inside the trucks looked outside at the zombies in terror, none dared to suggest opening the doors for a desperate fight.

Facing such a massive horde of zombies, even a Third Rank Superpower User, let alone a Fifth Rank, couldn’t escape unscathed.

This was an overwhelming swarm of zombies; even a slight injury meant certain death.

The superpower users held onto a faint hope that these military-grade heavy trucks, surely built tough, could withstand the zombies’ bites.

Though uncertain of seeing the next day’s sun, they still harbored a glimmer of hope.

What if the zombies moved on when they find out they can’t reach the flesh?

Unfortunately, zombies never realize the futility of their desires, they only know they must bite into flesh they see.

"Bang!"

The zombies at the windshield suddenly backed away, revealing a zombie with muscles all over its body in front of the glass.

It began ramming into the windshield repeatedly.

This was a Second Rank Zombie.

It had bulging muscles, and around its neck hung a torn work badge.

Somehow, you could make out the words "Fighter Athlete" on it.

Stronger than other zombies, it had also undergone mutations.

Its mutation wasn’t towards superpowers, it couldn’t release energy, as all its energy was locked within its hardened muscles.

Its muscles were stiffer than rocks.

If it returned to the ring, it would be the most formidable fighter.

"Bang!"

The muscular zombie rammed several more times.

Finally, a crack appeared in the glass.

The crack widened with each hit, and with a crisp sound, the glass shattered instantly.

"Ah—"

The superpower users in the truck screamed in terror, simultaneously releasing colorful energy towards the zombie horde.

Black blood splattered instantly, not hitting the ground but landing on the zombies bunched up tightly together.

Dead zombies didn’t have a chance to fall, as they were pushed into the truck by zombies behind them.

The sound of ripping and swallowing echoed, as zombies roared in satisfaction, gnashing the flesh inside the truck.

The muscular zombie didn’t join in the feast inside the truck, but angrily barked at the others, before charging at the next heavy truck.

It rammed into the windshield of the next truck repeatedly.

Its task was to smash through these pesky glass barriers.

The sun was gradually setting in the west, its rays anointing this black ocean.

Bustling and lively, yet stark in contrast.

"Roar—"

The roar of zombies mixed with human curses, the sound carrying far and wide.

Two hours later, the swarm of zombies turned into a dazed state again.

They had no aim, no dreams, just wandered lifelessly on the road.

Where the heavy trucks were, only piles of zombie bodies remained at the front and back of the trucks, nothing more.

A layer of black blood coated the green trucks, reeking of rot and decay.

Inside the trucks, black, sticky slime was everywhere.

Not a single superpower user survived, under the jaws of so many zombies, even the chance to become zombified was gone, bones crushed and swallowed by monstrous biting force.

As the sun set in the west.

The area returned to peace, moonlight falling quietly on the heavy trucks.

No humans, no zombies, as if an eerie ghostly vehicle from hell.

Under a cold white moonlight, a shadow sprinted madly.

"Hoho..."

A characteristic zombie sound emitted from the shadow’s throat, filled with suppression and rage.

He wore a thick coat, his stomach bulging, suggesting something wrapped around it.

Most eye-catching was his arm bleeding black blood.

Black blood stained the entire arm to black.

One could easily discern his identity from this appearance.

This was a zombie.

He ran a great distance, finally stopping abruptly on a mountain road.

In front of him was a pile of zombies and several heavy trucks, the trucks’ insides empty, filled with black blood.

Clearly, the superpower users inside had perished completely.

"Worthy of the Zombie King, truly ruthless!"

The shadow emitted a cold voice after a while.

Moonlight cast on his face, pale, ghastly like a specter from a horror movie.

The faint features had a righteous look, but his eyes lacked the gaze of a just person, carrying a sharp cruelty.

The black blood on his arm proved he was a zombie.

An unrotten face marked him unfortunate yet fortunate.

Unfortunate as he was infected by the zombie virus.

Fortunate as he didn’t become a monstrous figure, but transformed into the Zombie King.

The chance of being infected by the virus and transforming into the Zombie King was one in ten thousand.

A mere gesture commanded hundreds and thousands of zombies.

Captain Zhu slowly closed his eyes, feeling the bloodthirsty urge ravaging his mind.

At this moment, he wasn’t thinking of hatred for Zhang Yiming but of devouring flesh. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

His stomach constantly clamored for consuming copious flesh to sate its hunger.

Captain Zhu took off the circle of explosives wrapped around his waist, casually tossed it to the ground, quietly looking at his bloodied arm.

The arm had a chunk viciously bitten off by Xiao Song Zombie, swallowed into its belly.

"I wronged you, this damned bloodthirsty urge, not everyone can withstand it. Wait, next time I’ll definitely bring you out, then you won’t have to go anywhere, nor worry about hunger anymore."

Captain Zhu’s voice was so faint, even he could barely hear himself.

Captain Zhu gazed at the nearby wandering zombies, suddenly sensing a peculiar feeling in his mind.

Some fragmented memories abruptly surfaced in his brain.

They were brainwaves.

The Zombie King relied on brainwaves to glean ordinary zombies’ memories and command them.

Captain Zhu’s face twisted slightly.

He admitted, now not yet a match for Zhang Yiming.

A minute after being bitten by Xiao Song Zombie, he sensed a powerful brainwave raging on Yellow River Beach.

This brainwave left him with no desire to resist, even a compulsion to kneel and submit.

He utterly loathed this feeling.

This sense of inferiority thoroughly disgusted him; what he aspired to be was the lofty Emperor.

Not a supplicant slave kneeling on the ground.