Devil Race blood was cold.
It seemed all abyssal races were like that.
So even freshly awakened Demonized Zombies exuded a cold aura of death when they lunged head-on, turning the normal air into layers of frigid mist.
But the Demon-Slaying Military Knife in Zhang Yang's hand was scorching hot.
He did not even bother to examine the knife's shape closely. There was no need.
The mercenary squad's gunfire rang out in a dense yet orderly barrage, striving for the highest hit rate and the fastest expenditure of ammunition.
But it was fated not to destroy all the Demonized Zombies.
They were fated to retreat.
So this called for another method—and another ending!
"As a sword cultivator, this is my time to make an entrance and stun everyone!"
The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth lifted. This factory district contained something he desperately needed, something tied to the foundation of the Apocalyptic Fortress.
Moreover, time was pressing. He no longer had the luxury of developing slowly, then turning back to kill his way in again.
So even if he had to pay a price, it would be worth it.
Three Golden Fragments of Hope appeared in Zhang Yang's hand.
"I hope to unlock as much of my strength as possible!"
The three Golden Fragments of Hope instantly burned, and an invisible force spontaneously arose within Zhang Yang's body.
It was not much, but it was enough!
It was the sword intent he had cultivated over nine years of wandering the world and traversing mountains and rivers!
At this moment, he was no longer an ordinary man only slightly stronger than normal.
"Mm, I can already smell the scent of the extraordinary."
With a faint smile, Zhang Yang began to run at full speed. Hundreds, even thousands, of Demonized Zombies stood before