When they were still more than ten nautical miles away from the three major islands, Wang Bin stopped the yacht and took out his binoculars to look at the islands.

With just one glance, Wang Bin's face turned pale because the three islands were completely overrun by zombies. It was clear that the over one million survivors on the islands had all perished in battle.

Thinking about how Zhang Simin and those old guys took the high-level combat forces and fled, leaving the civilians behind, Wang Bin was furious, clenching his fists tightly.

"Honey, are you okay?" Guan Xiaoyue asked.