Mount Lao

'Skree--'

"Chi--"

Airflow jetting, reverse thrust.

The powerful airflow blasted from the reverse-thrust vents beneath the warplane blew up the withered leaves and branches scattered across the ground.

As the sun neared the horizon, the warm yellow afterglow reflected a metallic sheen across the entirely black fuselage, while wisps of high-temperature vapor slowly rose.

Engine off, cooling down.

After four hours and nine minutes of high-speed flight, the warplane finally landed on National Highway 109 in East Mountain County.

The enormous aircraft occupied almost the entire road, like a resting eagle spreading its wings in comfort and casting a long shadow across the earth.

The once-busy National Highway 109, which connected the north and south, now held only the scattered wreckage of crashed cars.

There were quite a few gaps in the highway guardrail that stretched beyond sight.

A few out-of-control trucks could vaguely be seen, having smashed through the guardrail and plunged headfirst into the fields on either side.

The asphalt was cracked, and weeds had stubbornly pierced through the thick layer of asphalt, growing mold-like across the road.

In the nearest sedan, a Zombie that had crashed through the windshield and become trapped in it was mechanically snarling at the people disembarking from the aircraft.

After being trapped in the glass through wind and sun, it had even grown a tuft of grass on top of its head.

It had to be said that Zombies were just as tenacious as wild grass.

They seemed capable of surviving anywhere, anytime.

As long as their brains remained intact and had not been churned into pulp, these tireless monsters would keep snarling and lunging at living creatures, expressing their love of flesh and blood that way.

"Brother Lin, are we really leaving the warplane here?"

Having just separated from the combined