Chen Mo's eyes changed as he looked at his own hands and muttered to himself.

"My abilities have reached their limit..."

Indeed, he had used his dominant abilities too many times today.

For a newly awakened abilities user, being able to use them four or five times was already considered good.

But Chen Mo had used them far more than that.

Fortunately, he carried a longsword with him.

Even if he couldn't temporarily use his abilities, his physical fitness was far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Chen Mo gripped the longsword.

With a swing of the sword, he directly beheaded the head of the zombie in front of him!

Blood flowed like a river, and countless blood splattered.

Several more zombies rushed towards him.

"Roar!" Poverty-stricken behind him leaped high and slapped the zombie in front of Chen Mo into two pieces with its huge claws!

But the already severed zombies were still crawling towards Chen Mo, dragging their intestines and internal organs all over the ground.

Chen Mo raised his hand and the sword fell!

"Thump thump..." Chen Mo beheaded the zombie.

Only by beheading these ordinary zombies could they be killed. Chen Mo said calmly.

He didn't care if Poverty-stricken understood or not.

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He dragged the longsword and killed his way out!

The floor was covered in flowing blood.

"Thump!" When the head of the last zombie on the 23rd floor fell.

Chen Mo swung his sword forcefully.

Shaking off the blood stains on the longsword.

Dealing with the zombies on the 23rd floor alone was already so troublesome.

Not to mention the situation outside Tianhai City.

But fortunately, those people could also help him clear many obstacles.

Through the glass windows covered in blood and flesh.

Chen Mo saw a sea of guns and bullets below.

Outside the New Emperor Group, the thousands of soldiers who had arrived here were a formidable force.

Among these special forces, there were also those who had turned into zombie heretics.

With their physical fitness, they became even more terrifying after turning into zombies, far beyond what ordinary people could kill.

Fortunately, under the command of the soldiers below, they immediately killed those who had turned.

The remaining people formed a defensive line, constantly shooting to stop the zombies swarming from all directions.

Chen Mo's eyes flickered as he muttered.

"We need to be faster."

Because the catastrophe had just descended, countless heretics and zombies were rampant.

It was the most difficult and dangerous moment before a large number of survivors and the military joined forces to clean up.

But at the same time, it was also the best time to advance in abilities.

Chen Mo looked at the corpses of the zombies on the ground.

He said to Poverty-stricken.

"Eat them all."

Poverty-stricken tilted its head in confusion.

Chen Mo said lightly.

"It's good for you."

In about ten days, a very special contaminated crystal would appear in the brains of these zombie heretics.

That thing could advance in abilities and enhance strength.

Although it didn't exist now.

But for Poverty-stricken, who was also a heretic, it was also a great supplement.

Poverty-stricken somewhat understood and swallowed these corpses one by one.

Its mouth was like an abyss.

Chen Mo laughed and scolded.

"Just eat the crucial parts."

He directly cut off the head of a zombie with his longsword and kicked it away.

After Poverty-stricken finished eating.

Both Chen Mo and Poverty-stricken rested for a while.

Chen Mo also felt that his dominant abilities had recovered somewhat.

They continued down the escape route.

Here, almost every floor could be seen with a large number of zombies rushing towards them.

Whether it was because they had eaten the flesh and blood before or because these zombies had triggered the ferocity in Poverty-stricken.

As a heretic with individual consciousness, Poverty-stricken completely overwhelmed these ordinary zombies in terms of combat power and awareness.

"Crunch... Crunch..."

Poverty-stricken continued to devour the flesh and blood, and its size seemed to have increased.

At this rate, it probably wouldn't be long before Poverty-stricken successfully advanced to the first rank heretic.

Chen Mo looked at the back of Poverty-stricken.

He remembered that before his rebirth, there was a description of Poverty-stricken.

It had a pair of huge flesh wings on its back.

It was extremely fierce and fast, capable of aerial combat.

...

Inside the 13th floor corridor of the New Emperor Group.

"Bang!" The door was heavily closed.

From below the stairs, a sobbing sound came.

"Why, why do I have to go through all this?"

"Am I dreaming?"

"Sob sob sob, all I know is crying!"

"Stop fucking crying!! Come and block this door, we can't hold on anymore!!" A furious voice sounded.

Four men covered in blood used their bodies to tightly block the door.

Inside the door, countless zombies were swarming, constantly hitting the door with their heads, limbs, and bodies.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Each impact was particularly fierce.

The four men had grim faces, gritting their teeth and resisting the zombies' attacks.

But as they had been working overtime for 996 hours in this place, their physical fitness was naturally not strong.

After a while, a bloody hand with exposed bones broke through the glass!

"Ah!!!" Another scream.

In the corridor behind the four men, Xie Ziran, the woman who had been holding a cup of coffee, now had disheveled hair.Her clothes were in tatters, revealing her bare skin. She huddled in a corner, shivering uncontrollably.

One of the men gritted his teeth, glaring angrily at the inactive Xie Ziran.

"We can't hold on much longer! Get your ass up here and help us!"

"Or we're all going to die!"

At this point, no one cared about the courtesy between men and women.

They had witnessed their colleagues being bitten to death by zombies one by one. They all wanted to survive!

But Xie Ziran was trembling, her face pale as she looked at the terrifying zombies behind the door.

"No... No..."

"I don't want to die!"

She screamed, kicked off her high heels, and ran wildly downstairs!

This scene made the four men on the scene furious.

They didn't expect Xie Ziran to choose to run away!

They all roared in anger.

"Xie Ziran!!!"

"You fucking bastard!!!"

"Damn bitch!!!"

"Boom!" The zombies inside the door swarmed out, launching another fierce attack.

This time, the four men couldn't hold on any longer.

In an instant, they were overwhelmed by the swarm of zombies, letting out unwilling roars!

"Xie Ziran!!! You won't die a good death!!!"

"I don't want to die!!!"

Listening to the curses and insults of her former colleagues, the fleeing Xie Ziran was anxious, constantly comforting herself.

I'm sorry, I want to live too!

Suddenly!

Because she was running too hastily, she twisted her right foot while going downstairs.

She lost control and fell forward, tumbling down several steps.

All the way to the eighth floor.

Such a big movement naturally attracted the attention of countless zombies.

Seeing the wide-open door and the wandering zombies turning their heads, Xie Ziran turned pale!

She was powerless, huddled in a corner, crying continuously.

"Don't! Don't come over!"

"Someone... someone save me..."

"I'm still young, I don't want to die..."

"Roar!!!"

But the zombies didn't care.

One by one, they swarmed towards her!

Xie Ziran screamed and closed her eyes tightly!

Just then!

A terrifying roar sounded.

A silver light fell, and countless iron liquid sealed the open door.

Poverty-stricken brutally tore several zombies to pieces.

A large amount of blood splashed onto Xie Ziran's face.

Am I... saved?

When she opened her eyes again and saw the beast in front of her, which was even more terrifying than the zombies, Xie Ziran felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar!

She couldn't help but tremble and back away.

Her teeth were chattering, but her strong desire to survive didn't make her faint.

"Roar..." After swallowing these zombies one by one, Poverty-stricken turned around, its face ferocious as it looked at her.

Xie Ziran was terrified.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

"Poverty-stricken."

"Tap tap tap..." Accompanied by footsteps, a figure slowly walked down from the stairs above.

Poverty-stricken growled lowly, spat out a few bones from its mouth, and returned to the person's side.

When she saw this incredibly familiar face, Xie Ziran's body shook.

Then, she was filled with boundless joy!

She exclaimed.

"Is it you?!"