Those blood-red eyes were not still; they squirmed and flickered in the darkness like living things, filled with endless hunger and a primal craving for slaughter.
Wan Youyu's zombie left hand pressed down gently, and the low growl instantly rose, becoming sharp and extremely penetrating, like countless steel needles piercing eardrums.
Following this, from the silent streets and the depths of the buildings below, came a grating sound of bone friction and a low roar that made one's teeth ache.
At first, there were only a few sporadic sounds, but then it spread like a plague, converging into a chilling, inhuman symphony.
The ground began to vibrate slightly, and pebbles bounced on the ground.
The next moment, countless grotesque figures, exuding a strong stench of decay, surged madly from the Brothers Alliance Headquarters Building's windows, the cracks in its damaged walls, and the surrounding buildings that had been bombed into mere frameworks!
Some were dismembered but moved incredibly fast, some were enormous and incredibly strong, and others climbed vertical walls like geckos, their mouths dripping with foul-smelling saliva.
Their movements were erratic, yet they carried the momentum of a destructive tidal wave, like a black flood bursting its banks, converging on the Brothers Alliance Headquarters Building—this was Wan Youyu's half-zombie army.
They roared and howled, their scarlet eyes burning like flames in the night, revealing inhuman bloodlust and fanaticism.
Wan Youyu stood on high, coldly overlooking everything, as if he were the master of this catastrophe.
The smile on his lips deepened; he paid no mind to the combined forces of the Three Giants.
This was due to his own strength, comparable to Six Horizontal Bars, and that of his two trusted subordinates, as well as the terrifying number of nearly five thousand half-zombies below him.
Among these five thousand half-zombies, the weakest possessed the strength of Six Horizontal Bars, while the strongest few dozen even reached the peak of Eight Horizontal Bars.
Such a combat configuration could sweep through any force in the entire world.
At this moment, Wan Youyu's figure was like an emperor in the darkness, cold and arrogant, his scarlet zombie eyes reflecting the coming storm of blood and gore.
He let out a sinister laugh, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, full of endless mockery and contempt. He muttered in a low voice:
"Steel Fortress, Spear of Victory, Glory of Light, originally... I planned to eliminate you after unifying the entire Dream City, but now... since you've come knocking on death's door early, don't blame me."
Unfortunately, he didn't know that Firefly had already intervened, nor was he aware of the power of the Bixiao Guards and the Qing Ying Vanguard, otherwise he would never have dared to speak such arrogant words.
His half-zombification ultimately affected his rationality; otherwise, in the past, he would definitely have clarified the opponent's situation before deciding whether to engage in battle.
At this time, the sky had just begun to lighten, and the morning glow covered the ruins like a thin mist.
Tie Zhenshan, Mao Wudi, and Rou Moyu, each leading 300 elite Mutants who had lit seven Lotus Seeds, surged into the Brothers Alliance like three torrents, their momentum fierce and undisguised, heading straight for the heart of the Brothers Alliance Headquarters, intending to provoke and draw out Wan Youyu, that venomous snake, from his hiding nest.
The Brothers Alliance, once a prosperous area before the apocalypse, was now completely occupied by death and decay.
Twisted steel skeletons pierced the faintly lit sky, shattered glass windows resembled hollow eye sockets, and the streets were covered with congealed black bloodstains and unrecognizable remains.
The air was filled with a nauseating stench of corpses and a strange energy fluctuation, like fermenting bodies.
Dead silence was the only melody here, a chilling dead silence.
After the three entered the Brothers Alliance's sphere of influence, they truly felt the dead silence of this area; although it was not as prosperous as before the apocalypse, at least there was still some vitality.
The territory of the Brothers Alliance, one of the Three Giants of Dream City, had actually completely fallen into a death hell.
Rou Moyu frowned deeply, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes.
She whispered, "What do we do next? Where do we find Wan Youyu?"
Tie Zhenshan's eyes were sharp, and after scanning the surroundings, he said in a deep voice, "According to the plan, we'll go to the Brothers Alliance Headquarters first. Wan Youyu is most likely still there."
Mao Wudi snorted coldly, his gaze like a knife sweeping over the surrounding ruins, and he whispered, "No need for so much trouble, watch me!"
As his voice fell, Mao Wudi suddenly let out a long roar to the sky, and the sound wave vibrated like thunder, instantly tearing through the dead silence.
"Wan Youyu, you little bastard, your Grandpa Mao is here to deal with you! Get out and die!"
The sound echoed through the ruins, like a thunderclap exploding in the abyss of silence.
Mao Wudi's shout directly resounded throughout the entire Brothers Alliance ruins, lingering for a long time.
A walking Nine Horizontal Bars, his strength was terrifyingly immense, and even his voice was incredibly loud. The sound waves, like a tangible force, surged through the ruins, shaking crumbling walls and causing dust to fall, and cracks rapidly spread under the impact of the sound waves.
In the depths of the distant ruins, a low, sinister laugh slowly rose, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, making one's heart tighten.
"Since you want to die so badly, then I shall grant your wish! The Brothers Alliance Headquarters Building awaits your presence!"
As the laughter faded, the surroundings once again fell into a deathly silence, as if even the air had been frozen by those chilling words.
Tie Zhenshan and the other two exchanged glances. Without words, they knew that Wan Youyu's rationality had been eroded by the virus; otherwise, he couldn't have failed to notice that Mao Wudi's shout could only be achieved by someone with strength reaching the level of Nine Horizontal Bars.
Of course, there was another possibility: Wan Youyu had discovered the fact that Mao Wudi's strength had reached Nine Horizontal Bars, but he wasn't afraid at all.
Or rather, he had set a trap, waiting for them to walk into it.
However, no matter which possibility it was, the three were fearless. With Yun Qianqian as their backing, they only needed to find Wan Youyu and his half-zombie army to end all of this.
Tie Zhenshan let out a low shout: "Go!"
His burly figure was the first to exert force, crashing through the accumulated debris like a battering ram, and striding towards the Brothers Alliance Headquarters Building, which stood grimly like a huge tombstone in the center of the ruins.
His heavy combat boots stepped on the ground covered with shattered bones and viscous filth, making a grating crunching sound.
Mao Wudi followed closely, letting out an excited roar, his speed suddenly increasing, his entire being transforming into an afterimage.
The a-grade metal spear in his hand swung casually, and the resulting gust of wind swept away the twisted steel bars and concrete blocks blocking his path, sending them flying to smash against distant decaying walls with dull thuds.
The battle intent burning in his eyes was almost overflowing, his target directly the sinister building.
Rou Moyu, on the other hand, was like a silent phantom, lightly weaving through the broken walls and ruins.
She chose not to force her way through, but rather relied on her astonishing perception and agility to move quickly through the gaps and shadows of the ruins.
Her gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, constantly scanning the surrounding environment. The congealed bloodstains, the deep claw marks on the walls, and even the residual energy fluctuations in the air, all poured into her mind like silent codes, quickly piecing together the terrifying scenes that had occurred here.
Her brows furrowed slightly, and a strong sense of unease spread in her heart—the dead silence here was not merely a lack of vitality, but more like the void after being completely "devoured" by some force.
Nine hundred elite Mutants followed closely, like branches of three steel torrents, surging into this land of death with battle intent and rage.