Mutation
Li Bai could say with certainty that even Dong Keyan's proud internet livestreams had never shown anything as thrilling as the battle between the Saint Candidates and the zombies he was watching now. Every shot was real, and every desperate scream represented a living human life. If not for the cameras prepared by the Saint's Association, no internet streamer bold enough to do such a thing would have dared broadcast this live.
Beneath the sand, under the grass, inside the bushes, behind the date palms, and even in the lake, a zombie could leap out at any moment, howling as it pounced on the living.
Zombies did not breathe, had no heartbeat, and produced no infrared thermal-imaging response. They never tired, acting entirely on savage instinct, making them impossible to guard against.
The images on the laptop screen began switching noticeably less often, but Li Bai knew perfectly well that by this point, nearly all 117 Saint Candidates had died. Only four groups had ultimately managed to charge into those white buildings, and two of them had been reduced to less than half their original numbers.
Outside the oasis, three groups were still circling endlessly, searching for a chance to rush inside.
Unfortunately, the reckless charge by so many Saint Candidates driving All-terrain off-road vehicles had instead regrouped the scattered zombies, turning their spread into a contraction.
After all, in the depths of the rarely visited desert, the only place where fresh flesh could be found was the oasis the zombies had left only moments ago.
Perhaps this was also the situation the Saint's Association wanted to see. Dealing with concentrated zombies was far easier than chasing them all over the place.
The various firearms and Cold Weapons had not reduced the number of zombies by much. Instead, because