Corpse Square

Xia Leng's lazily half-lidded eyes looked as if he could never fully wake, yet they could not conceal the violent aura brewing within his dark pupils!

After consuming the mutant zombie, he moved with the mechanical, insatiable rhythm of a robot, stepping forward into the gloomy Street of the Living Dead toward the few ordinary zombies still wandering the perimeter.

Seeing the human who should have been their prey walking toward them of his own accord, a sense of unease gradually crept into the zombies' rotting hearts!

Awoo!!!

They let out shrill roars, attempting to intimidate this human, but it was to no avail; the man's expression remained cold and unmoved.

Although these zombies were extremely uneasy, the word "flee" did not exist in their vocabulary; they knew only how to fight their enemies to the death.

It was precisely this savage nature that led to them being excluded from the hunting lists of survivors in the apocalypse.

But from the moment darkness took hold of Xia Leng's pupils, he was no longer human...

And so, the distance between the zombies—who were once human—and Xia Leng—who was no longer human—constantly shrank, until they all entered each other's strike range!

The moment Xia Leng stepped into the shadows, the zombies could wait no longer, baring their fangs and claws as they launched a fierce assault!

Awoo!

One zombie lunged straight for his vitals, its fangs snapping toward Xia Leng's throat; the sharpness of its teeth and its immense bite force were enough to leave deep indentations in steel plating!

Yet, just centimeters from his throat, the fangs suddenly froze in mid-air!

Because Xia Leng had moved with even greater speed, seizing the creature's head with a single palm!

Following this, Xia Leng slammed the zombie's head hard against the ground!

Crack~

With a sudden burst of sound, its skull shattered like an exploding watermelon under Xia Leng's immense force!

The entire body, along with the gray crystal in its brain, dissolved into a mass of blood and was absorbed into Xia Leng's body by the tentacles extending from his arms!

At the same time, the other zombies launched their attacks, pouncing on him and sinking their bacteria-ridden fangs deep into his skin.

As they thrashed their heads wildly, attempting to tear away large chunks of flesh, they discovered that his muscles were incredibly resilient—they couldn't bite through at all!

Xia Leng, bitten as he was, showed no sign of pain, maintaining his cold, deadpan expression as he gripped one zombie's jaw with his left hand and exerted force!

Crunch~

The zombie's powerful lower jaw was ripped clean off, along with a large mass of rotting flesh!

Before it could even let out a roar of agony, Xia Leng thrust his hand into its hollow throat and gave a violent yank!

The zombie's head, along with half its cervical spine, was forcibly torn away, and it collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, completely incapacitated.

As for the last two zombies, Xia Leng clenched his fists and delivered a brutal uppercut to each of their chins, sending the gaunt creatures flying several meters into the air!

When they slammed back to the ground, their skulls had already been pulverized into powder, and after a few violent twitches, they ceased all movement.

It had taken less than half a minute to dispose of these four zombies and the mutant from before.

Even the bite marks on his body healed back to perfection in an instant.

As for the lethal bacteria injected into his body by the zombies, it was little more than an appetizer for the Blacklight Virus...

At this moment, Xia Leng's dark pupils gradually returned to normal, signaling that his reason had reclaimed his body.

In truth, he quite liked this ability to shift his emotions at will, as if he had a split personality—violent when necessary, and calm when the situation demanded it.

Otherwise, losing his temper at the wrong time and acting recklessly could lead to consequences he did not wish to see.

Xia Leng walked over to the three zombies that hadn't fully died, crushing their skulls and consuming them one by one. He didn't need to worry about disgusting bloodstains ruining his clothes, as they were woven from the Blacklight Virus and would absorb any splashed blood until they were bone-dry.

However, this time, Xia Leng kept the three gray crystals.

One could serve as a ticket to enter the fortress and gather information about the Land of Corpse Cold.

The other two could be traded for necessary supplies in the markets inside.

Xia Leng could have left after obtaining the crystals he wanted, but the memory of those zombies transporting food was something he couldn't shake.

Had the zombies' intelligence truly evolved, creating a social structure that even post-apocalyptic drifters would envy?

The thought of zombies—who were already physically superior to most humans—taking up firearms to launch the first shot of a zombie uprising was enough to make one's hair stand on end.

How was humanity supposed to survive that...

Xia Leng decided to venture deeper into the street, following the trail of blood left by the dragged corpses to see what these creatures, who should have possessed only the instincts of beasts, were actually up to!

He took a deep breath, pulled up his black hood, and concealed himself in the darkness, masking his presence so thoroughly that it was nearly impossible to detect.

Xia Leng followed the blood trail left by the zombies, using the abandoned vehicles parked along the street for cover, and began to step deeper into the eerie, terrifying commercial district.

He hadn't traveled far before he discovered another anomaly.

He noticed that every stretch of the street, one or two stray zombies stood like wooden stakes, completely motionless.

Were they standing there sleeping?!

No! In the darkness, their eyes still glowed with a scarlet light, and from time to time, they would shift their gaze to scan their surroundings.

It was more like they were standing guard!

This only made Xia Leng more determined to investigate what was happening inside!

What kind of existence could possibly reside within that would cause these living corpses to lose their primal bloodlust and transport food into the depths?

At this moment, Xia Leng was like a born assassin, moving forward silently without emitting a shred of presence. Once the distance closed and those "sentries" entered his attack range, he would strike suddenly to kill them!

Xia Leng was grateful that their intelligence had not yet evolved to the point of setting up hidden sentries; otherwise, he would have been discovered the moment he killed the first one.

And so, he relied on this stealthy but protracted method to assassinate his way forward.

The reason Xia Leng did not recklessly hack and slash his way through was that he was not arrogant enough to believe he could face a horde of thousands or tens of thousands of zombies alone.

As he slaughtered his way along, having almost reached the heart of this commercial street, the number of living corpses began to gradually increase!

Xia Leng saw that these zombies, located deep within the Street of the Living Dead, were not wandering aimlessly like in the movies; instead, they were sitting on whatever surfaces they could find, as if napping or resting?!

They actually rested, conserving their energy when there was no food!

Xia Leng even saw a few zombies gathered together, emitting incomprehensible roars at one another, taking turns as if they were greeting or chatting—could this be a language among zombies...

In short, the large number of zombies here gave off a sense of orderliness that only existed in human society!

Just then, Xia Leng saw those zombies that had been transporting food earlier walk into a high-rise building that used to be the Trade Tower, with no other zombies around to snatch the meat from their hands.

As Xia Leng looked toward this building, a sense of danger that made his hair stand on end descended upon him instantly...