Su Wan dodged the lunge from the left and delivered a savage kick to its knee, the sickening crack of bone clearly audible amidst the wind and snow.
As its body pitched forward, Su Wan seized the opening, pressing the Purifier against the back of its head and pulling the trigger.
The last one missed its target. By the time it turned around, Su Wan was already standing before it.
The muzzle was pressed against its forehead.
“Bang—”
It fell backward into the snow, kicking up a cloud of white powder.
Five Level 2 Rot-Walkers dealt with in less than fifteen seconds!
Su Wan wanted to continue, but at that moment, her mental power caught a surge of extreme rage.
The Level 4 Rot-Walker had finally made its move!
It had sensed the situation and knew what she had done.
It was furious!
It was incredibly fast—faster than Su Wan had anticipated!
The low-rank Rot-Walkers in its way were ruthlessly knocked aside, trampled, or torn apart, leaving a path of mangled flesh in its wake.
Su Wan took the opportunity to finish off two more Level 2 Rot-Walkers before stowing the Purifier and darting toward a cluster of ruins.
She needed the terrain, obstacles—anything she could use!
The direct combat strength of a Level 4 Rot-Walker far exceeded that of an Ability User of the same rank.
And she had no intention of facing it head-on.
Through the wind and snow, the silhouette of the Level 4 Rot-Walker gradually became clear.
It stepped out from the gloom deep within the Non-Safe Zone, each stride causing the ground to tremble slightly!
Standing two and a half meters tall with broad shoulders and a thick back, it looked like a moving mountain.
Its aura was cold, heavy, and violent, like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell!
Hiding in the shadows of the ruins, Su Wan kept her hand on the Purifier, watching the Level 4 Rot-Walker’s every move.
Inside Terminal Station, Feng Mu was currently in the central room on the twelfth floor.
He stood by the window, binoculars in hand, gazing toward the snow-swept Non-Safe Zone.
Beside him stood a communications soldier, clutching a communicator and ready to relay orders at any moment.
Feng Mu stared intently at the dark line visible through his binoculars.
His hands were steady. As soon as the line reached the predetermined point, he issued the order.
“Deploy the defensive lines! Prepare for battle!”
The soldier relayed the command, and the people waiting below immediately sprang into action.
“Report: Commander, the first defensive line is in position!”
“Second defensive line in position!”
“Third defensive line in position!”
“All combat personnel are at their posts!”
The soldier’s voice rang out clearly through the cold wind.
Outside Terminal Station, all three defensive lines had been fully deployed!
Feng Mu lowered his binoculars and scanned the snow-covered wasteland.
Even with the naked eye, he could vaguely see the grayish-white figures moving slowly through the storm.
The Rot-Walkers had finally arrived.
“Pass down the order—” Feng Mu’s voice was steady and resolute.
“Everyone, enter combat status.”
“First defensive line, prepare to engage the enemy.”
“Second and third lines, be ready to provide support at a moment’s notice!”
“Understood!”
The soldier’s response echoed in the cold wind.
Every combatant on the three lines simultaneously tensed their bodies.
Shen Han stood in the center of the first defensive line, with Iron Bone standing behind her.
Her breathing was steady, her expression calm, and the energy core within her body rotated slowly.
Her eyes, once hollow, were now clear and sharp. The Level 4 Early Stage energy fluctuations around her formed an invisible field that kept the wind and snow at bay.
Chen Shijie’s potion had barely pushed her strength back to Level 4. Her realm was still unstable, but it was enough to deal with Level 3 Rot-Walkers.
Iron Bone gripped his rebar tightly; the thick metal felt weightless in his hands.
Lei Lie lay on a high point, his modified sniper rifle—nearly as tall as he was—propped up before him. The muzzle was aimed at the grayish-white tide in the distance.
His finger rested on the trigger, his breathing even.
Though his injuries hadn't fully healed, he was much better. As a long-range sniper, his body could still hold up.
In the distance, the first Rot-Walker emerged from the snow, its grayish-white skin blending into the drifts.
Its pace was slow and stiff, but every step brought it closer.
More Rot-Walkers swarmed out from behind it.
Densely packed, they looked like a rising tide.
Through Feng Mu’s binoculars, the grayish-white tide surged toward Terminal Station.
“First defensive line—” He took a deep breath.
“Fire!”
The moment the words left Feng Mu’s mouth, the heavy machine guns mounted on the first line simultaneously spat tongues of fire!
“Rat-tat-tat-tat—!”
The dense gunfire tore through the howling wind. Bullets, like a metal storm, poured into the grayish-white tide!
The Unranked Rot-Walkers at the very front were instantly riddled with holes. Their grayish-white bodies jerked violently under the impact; some had arms blown off, others had their chests pierced, and some had their heads shattered.
The fallen Rot-Walkers were trampled by those behind them as the horde continued to push forward.
“Switch to armor-piercing rounds!” Feng Mu ordered again.
The machine guns swapped from standard to armor-piercing ammunition. The trajectories became sharper, and the penetration power increased significantly.
The bodies of the Unranked Rot-Walkers were like paper before the armor-piercing rounds. A single shot could blow a fist-sized hole through them, and two or three could sever a limb.
The first row fell, and the second row filled the gap.
The second row fell, and the third row kept coming.
There were simply too many Rot-Walkers.
They poured endlessly from the snow, their grayish-white bodies forming a continuous mass under the gloomy sky, like a moving wall.
Iron Bone stood at the very front of the first line, his rebar glinting with a cold metallic luster.
His body had already undergone metalization, and his dark gray skin stood out against the snow.
A Level 1 Rot-Walker lunged at him, opening its mouth full of jagged teeth!
Iron Bone didn't dodge. Gripping the rebar with his right hand, he slammed it into its head.
“Bang—!”
The Rot-Walker’s head exploded like a watermelon, sending grayish-white brain matter flying in all directions. The headless corpse lurched forward two more steps before finally collapsing.
More Rot-Walkers surged forward.
A Rot-Walker significantly larger than the others appeared in the middle of the tide.
It moved with steady, powerful strides, pushing directly toward a gap in the line.
It was a Level 3 Rot-Walker!
Shen Han moved.
Her figure darted from the first defensive line like a bolt of gray lightning, leaving a trail of shallow footprints in the snow.
The Rot-Walker looked up, its reddish eyes locking onto her.
Shen Han didn't give it time to react.
Her speed increased abruptly mid-sprint. She condensed a pale blue energy blade in her palm and swung it silently through the snow.
The Level 3 Rot-Walker reacted quickly, actually managing to dodge to the side.
Shen Han remained unfazed. She closed in rapidly and followed up with a horizontal slash of her energy blade!
“Slash...”
The Level 3 Rot-Walker’s chest and abdomen were sliced open. Pale green fluid erupted from the wound, corroding hissing pits into the snow where it landed.
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